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Lakeside Literature Series 


BOOK II 


FOLK-STORY AND VERSE 


EDITED BY 

WILLIAM ADAMS 

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WESTERN PUBLISHING HOUSE 


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Copyright, 1899, 

By Westkrn Pubt.ishino House. 
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PEEFACE. 


The term Folk-Story, or Folk-Lore, has become 
current as a general name for all those tales of the 
common people which have been handed down by 
tradition from generation to generation. 

Such tales are found in every nation and are 
remarkable both for the simplicity and the direct- 
ness of their form, and for the variety and force of 
their contents. The world has long outgrown the 
state of culture and knowledge in which these 
stories had their origin, but the tales themselves 
have lost none of their sweetness or beauty or 
value. The worth of a tradition is not to be 
measured by its fidelity to literal fact, but rather 
by its truth in depicting the thought and character 
of a people. We have learned that fairy god- 
mothers have no existence, but Cinderella is none 
the less charming and lovable on that account. 
The King Arthur of legend has no place in history, 
but the spirit of chivalry is not therefore less ideal. 
Ruskin says that every one of these old tales “has 
true historical value ; — historical, at least, in so far 
as it has naturally arisen out of the mind of a people 
under special circumstances.” 

The Folk-Lore of many lands has enriched Eng- 
lish literature. It is found in our familiar proverbs 

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PREFACE. 


and adages and in the idioms of our speech. Great 
poets have drawn freely upon its treasures, and 
it has colored our language and history beyond 
measure. It is, indeed, so interwoven with our 
art and literature that an acquaintance with it is 
essential to an understanding of the higher expres- 
sions of thought and feeling ; and as in the develop- 
ment of the race, Folk-Lore was once the literature 
of the people, so now, in the development of the 
individual, it is properly the literature of child- 
hood, and (as Sir Walter Scott has said) “fully 
better adapted to awaken the imagination and 
soften the heart of childhood than the colder and 
more elaborate compositions of modern authors.” 

Folk-Lore, then, lies very close to the foundation 
of an education, and in a course of reading designed 
to cultivate in children a taste for good literature, 
it should hold an important position. 

Book I. of this Series introduces the Fable, which 
is the oldest and simplest form of story. The longer 
and more complex Folk-Tale follows naturally. 

This book is intended to introduce the child to 
the wide realm of Folk-Lore, and to present to him 
some of its many charms. From the large amount 
of material at hand, those stories have been chosen 
which are the most representative in character and 
of the greatest interest to children. They are among 
the most famous Folk-Tales, and have long held a 
high place in English and American homes. Some 
of them serve to illustrate certain moral truths. A 


PREFACE. 


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few are mere products of fancy. All possess ele- 
ments of educational value and are elevating in 
tone, care having been taken to exclude tales which, 
even by misconstruction, might have an immoral 
tendency, or engender thoughts of cruelty. 

In harmony with the character of the prose, the 
poetry is nearly all fanciful or legendary. Each 
poem is classic and is given complete. In making 
the selections, the question of interesting and pleas- 
ing children was considered of first importance, and 
it is believed that the common error of requiring 
them to read poetry which is far beyond their 
comprehension has been avoided, and that the 
selections as a whole will commend themselves to 
all teachers. 


'iH OT'E— Cinderella and The Sleeping Beauty are from the 
French of Perrault ; Beauty and the Beast, from the French of 
Mme. de Beaumont ; Little Red Riding Hood, Hans in Luck, 
The Queen Bee, and The Bremen Town-Musicians, from the 
German of Grimm. The other tales are English, and are from 
current traditional forms. Who Has Seen the Wind, by Christina 
G. Rossetti, is from Sing-Song, and is used with the kind per- 
mission of the publishers, Messrs. Little, Brown & Co. A Leg- 
end of the Northland, by Phoebe Cary, is used by arrangement 
with and special permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co., the 
authorized publishers of the works of Poebe and Alice Cary. 


CONTENTS 


The Babes in the Wood — Nursery Rhymes of England 

Paoe 

9 

The Three Bears . 


11 

Over in the Meadow 

. Olivie A. Wadsioorth 

19 

Little Red Riding Hood 

. . . . Orimm 

23 

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat 

. . . E dinar d Lear 

30 

The Wasp and the Bee 

. . Jane Taylor 

32 

Jack and the Beanstalk 



33 

The Owl 

Alfred Tennyson 

51 

The Little Lark 

. . . Jane Taylor 

52 

The Language of Birds 

Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

54 

Cinderella 

Perrault 

55 

The Little Land . 

Robert Louis Stevenson 

69 

Hans in Luck 

. Grimm 

72 

Who Has Seen the Wind? . 

. Christina 0 . Rossetti 

85 

The Wind .... 

. Robert Ijouis Stevenson 

86 

The Queen Bee 

. Grimm 

87 

The Sun’s Travels . 

. Robert Louis Stevenson 

96 

The Bremen Toavn-Musicians 

. Grimm 

97 

A Legend of the Northland 

. Phoebe Cary 

105 

The Sleeping Beauty . 

Perrault 

109 

The Mountain and the Squirrel 

Ralph Waldo Emerson 

122 


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CONTENTS. 


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Page 

The Adventures of Jack the Giant-Killer . . 123 

The Children in the Moon — From the Scandinavian 141 

The Adventures of Tom Thumb 144 

The Child’s World . . . . —Lilliput Lectures 153 

Beauty and the Beast . . Mme. de Beaximont 154 

All Things Bright and Beautiful . John Keble 175 


FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 


Page 

The Palace Asleep 8 

Little Red Riding Hood 24 

Cinderella and Her Fairy Godmother ... 56 

The Great Castle 91 

The Wicked Fairy’s Gift 110 

The Spinning Wheel 115 

The Princess and the Prince 120 

Beauty and the Beast 167 



THE PALACE ASLEEP.— (Sec page 118 .) 







FOLK-STORY AKI) VERSE. 


THE BABES IN THE WOOD. 

My dear, do you know, 

How a long time ago, 

Two poor little children. 
Whose names I don’t know. 
Were stolen away 
On a fine summer^s day. 

And left in a wood. 

As I’ve heard people say? 

And when it was night, 

So sad was their plight ; 

The sun it went down. 

And the moon gave no light. 


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They sobbed and they sighed 
And they bitterly cried, 

And the poor little things, 

They lay down and died. 

And when they were dead. 

The Robins so red 
Brought strawberry leaves, 

And over them spread ; 

And all the day long. 

They sang them this song, 

“ Poor babes in the wood ! 

Poor babes in the wood ! 

And don’t you remember 
The babes in the wood?” 

—Nursery Rhymes of Englmid, 



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THE THREE BEARS. 

Once upon a time there were three bears 
who lived together in a house in the 
wood. One was a great big bear with a 
great big voice, and that was the father 
bear ; one was a middle-sized bear with 
a middle-sized voice, and that was the 
mother bear ; and one was a little wee 
bear with a little wee voice, and that was 
the baby bear. 


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Every morning they had porridge for 
breakfast. There was a great big bowl 
for the great big bear, a middle- 
sized bowl for the middle-sized bear, 
and a little wee bowl for the little wee 
bear. 

They had each a chair to sit on. 
There was a great big chair for the great 
big bear, a middle-sized chair for the 
middle-sized bear, and a little wee chair 
for the little wee bear. 

Upstairs in the bedroom they had 
each a bed to sleep in. There was a 
great big bed for the great big bear, 
a middle-sized bed for the middle-sized 
bear, and a little wee bed for the little 
wee bear. 

One morning, after they had boiled their 
porridge for breakfast and poured it into 
their bowls, the three bears went out 
into the wood to take a walk while the 
porridge was cooling. 


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A few minutes later a little girl, whose 
name was Golden-Locks, came to the 
house and looked in at the window. 
Then she peeped through the key-hole. 
She saw nobody, so she lifted the latch. 



Now the door was not locked, because 
the bears were good bears who never did 
anybody harm and thought nobody would 
harm them. So little Golden-Locks opened 
the door and went in. 

There stood the three bowls of porridge, 
and the room was full of the good smell. 


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Little Golden-Locks should not have 
touched the bears’ breakfast. She should 
have waited until they came home. Per- 
haps they would have asked her to take 
some with them, for they were good, kind 
bears. But she did not wait. 

First she tasted the porridge of the 
great big bear, and that was too hot for 
her; then she tasted the porridge of the 
middle-sized bear, and that was too cold 
for her ; and then she tasted the porridge 
of the little wee bear, and that was neither 
too hot nor too cold, but just right. 

She took the bowl in her hand and sat 
down in a chair, which was the chair of 
the great big bear, but that was too hard 
for her; then she sat down in the next 
chair, which was the chair of the middle- 
sized bear, but that was too soft for her; 
and then she sat down in the third chair, 
which was the chair of the little wee bear, 
and that was neither too hard nor too soft. 


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but just right. So she put the bowl of 
porridge in her lap and ate up all the 
little wee bear’s breakfast. But just as 
she had finished, the chair broke through 
and let her fall on the floor, bowl and all. 

Then she went upstairs 
into the bears’ bedroom, 
where she saw the three 
beds. First she lay 
down upon the bed of the 
great big bear, and that 
was too high at the head 
for her ; then she lay 
down upon the bed of the middle-sized 
bear, and that was too high at the foot for 
her ; and then she lay down upon the 
bed of the little wee bear, and that was 
neither too high at the head, nor too 
high at the foot, but just right. So 
she got into it and fell fast asleep. 

Just then the three bears came home 
from their walk to eat their breakfast, for 



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they thought that their porridge must now 
be cool enough. 

But little Golden-Locks had left the 
spoon of the great big bear standing in 
his bowl of porridge. 

“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY 
PORRIDGE,” said the great big bear in 
his great big voice. 

“ SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY 
PORRIDGE,” said the middle-sized bear 
in her middle-sized voice. 

And then the little wee bear found his 
bowl on the floor. 

“Somebody has been at my porridge and 
HAS EATEN IT ALL UP,” Cried the little wee 
bear in his little wee voice. 

Now little Golden-Locks had not put 
the cushion straight when she got up 
from the chair of the great big bear. 

“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING 
IN MY CHAIR,” said the great big bear 
in his great big voice. 


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And little Golden-Locks had crushed 
the soft cushion of the middle-sized 
bear. 

“ SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY 
CHAIR,” said the middle-sized bear in her 
middle-sized voice. 


“Somebody has been sitting in my chair, 
AND has sat THE BOTTOM OUT OF IT,” Said 
the little wee bear in his little wee voice. 

The three bears now felt sure that 
there was somebody in the house, and 
they went upstairs to see. 



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“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING 
ON MY BED,” said the great big 
bear in his great big voice, for little 
Golden-Locks had put his pillow out 
of place. 

“SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING ON MY 
BEE|,” said the middle-sized bear in her 
middle-sized voice, for little Golden-Locks 
had rumpled her blankets. 

“ Somebody has been lying on my bed,” 
cried the little wee bear in his little wee 
voice, “ AND HERE SHE IS ! ” 

The little wee voice of the little wee 
bear was so sharp and shrill that little 
Golden-Locks awoke at once, and when 
she saw the three bears standing by the 
bed and looking down at her, she was 
very much frightened. 

She sprang up and ran to the window, 
which was open, and jumped out. She 
ran off into the wood, and the three bears 
never saw her again. 


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OVER IN THE MEADOW. 

Over in the meadow, 

In the sand, in the sun, 

Lived an old mother-toad 
And her little toadie one. 

“ Wink !” said the mother ; 

“ I wink,” said the one : 

So she winked and^she blinked. 

In the sand, in the sun. 

Over in the meadow. 

Where tlie stream runs blue. 
Lived an old mother-fish 
And her little fishes two. 

“ Swim!” said the mother; 

“ We swim,” said the two : 
So they swam and they leaped. 
Where the stream runs blue. 




Over in the meadow, 

In a hole in a tree. 

Lived a mother-bluebird 
And her little, birdies three. 
“ Sing!” said the mother ; 

“ We sing,” said the three : 
So they sang and were glad. 
In the hole in the tree. 



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Over in the meadow, 

In the reeds on the shore, 
Lived a mother-muskrat 

And her little muskrats four. 
‘ ‘ Dive ! ’ ’ said the mother ; 

“We dive,” said the four : 

So they dived and they burrowed. 
In the reeds on the shore. 




Over in the meadow. 

In a snug beehive. 

Lived a mother-honeybee 
And her little honeys five. 

“ Buzz ! “ said the mother ; 

“ We buzz,” said the five : 

So they buzzed and they hummed. 
In the snug beehive. 


Over in the meadow. 

In a nest built of sticks. 

Lived a black mother-crow 
And her little crows six. 

“ Caw ! ” said the mother ; 

“We caw,” said the six ; 

So they cawed and they called. 
In their nest built of sticks. 



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Over in the meadow, 

Where the grass is so even, 
Lived a gay mother-cricket 
And her little crickets seven. 

“ Chirp ! ” said the mother ; 

“We chirp,” said the seven: 
So they chirped cheery notes. 

In the grass soft and even. 




Over in the meadow, 

By the old mossy gate. 

Lived a brown mother-lizard 
And her little lizards eight, 

‘ ‘ Bask ! ’ ’ said the mother ; 

“We bask,” said the eight: 
So they basked in the sun. 

On the old mossy gate. 


Over in the meadow, 

Where the clear pools shine, 
Lived a green mother-frog 
And her little froggies nine. 

“ Croak ! ” said the mother ; 

“We croak,” said the nine : 

So they croaked and they plashed, 
Where the clear pools shine. 



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Over in the meadow, 

In' a sly little den, 

Lived a gray mother-spider 
And her little spiders ten. 
“ Spin ! ” said the mother ; 

“We spin,” said the ten : 
So they spun lace webs. 

In their sly little den. 


Over in the meadow. 

In the soft summer even. 
Lived a motlier-firefly 

And her little flies eleven. 

“ Shine ! ” said tlie motlier ; 

“ We shine,” said the eleven ; 
So they shone like stars. 

In the soft summer even. 




Over in the meadow. 

Where the men dig and delve. 
Lived a wise mother-ant 

And her little anties twelve. 

“ Toil ! ” said the mother ; 

“ We toil,” said the twelve : 
So they toiled, and were wise. 
Where the men dig and delve. 


Olive A. Waiiswortit. 


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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. 

There was once a little girl who was 
so good and sweet that she was loved by 
all who knew her. But her grandmother 
was fonder of her than any one else, 
and was always doing something to 
make her happy. Once she gave 
her a hood of red velvet. It was 
so pretty, and the little girl liked 
it so well, and wore it so much, that 
every one called her Little Bed Biding 
Hood. 

One day her mother said to her : — 

“Come, Little Bed Biding Hood, I wish 
you to take * this cake and pot of butter 
to grandmother, for she is ill.” 

Little Bed Biding Hood was glad to 
do this, and was soon trudging along the 
way with her basket upon her arm. 

Now the grandmother lived in the wood, 
a mile from the town, and while the little 


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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, 



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girl was going through the forest, whom 
should she meet but the Wolf ? 

The Wolf had a very great mind to eat 
her up, but dared not, because of some 
woodmen at work near by, so he said : — 

“Good morning. Little Red Riding 
Hood!” 

“Good morning, Mr. Wolf,” said 
the child, who did not know that there 
might be harm in stopping to talk with 
a wolf. 

“ Where are you going so bright and 
early?” said the Wolf. 

“I am going to see grandmother,” said 
Little Red Riding Hood. “ I am taking 
her a cake and a pot of butter, because 
she is ill.” 

“ Where does your grandmother live ? ” 
said the Wolf. 

“0, it is half a mile from here,” said 
the little girl. “ Her house is the one 
under the three great oaks.” 


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“Well,” said the Wolf, “I think that 
I will go and visit her too. Let us see 
which will get there first. I will take 
this path ; do you take that.” 

The little girl trudged happily along 
her way, stopping often to chase a 
butterfly or pluck a flower; but the Wolf 
ran as fast as he could, and by a very 
short cut soon reached the grandmother’s 
door, and knocked — tap ! tap ! 

“Who is there?” called the grand- 
mother. 

Then the Wolf made his big, gruff voice 
as small as he could, and said : — 

“It is Little Red Riding Hood, with a 
cake and a pot of butter from mother.” 

“Pull the string and the latch will fly 
up,” said the grandmother, from her bed. 

The Wolf pulled the string and the 
door opened. He sprang into the room 
and, without another word, ate up the 
grandmother in one mouthful. Then he 


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closed the door, put on the grandmother’s 
cap, and went to bed. 

After a time Little Red Riding Hood 
came and knocked — tap ! tap ! 

“Who is there?” said the Wolf. 


When Little Red Riding Hood heard 
the gruff voice of the Wolf, she was 
at first afraid, but thinking that her 
grandmother might have a cold and 
be hoarse, she called out : — 

“It is Little Red Riding Hood, with a 
cake and a pot of butter from mother.” 


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“Pull the string and the latch will fly 
up,” said the Wolf. 

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the 
string, the door opened, and she went in. 

The Wolf, hiding himself under the bed- 
clothes, said to her, “Put the cake and the 
pot of butter on the shelf, and come here.” 

Little Red Riding Hood did as she 
was told, but when she came to the bed 
she thought, “ How strange grandmother 
looks ! ” and cried out : — 

“Why, grandmother, what great arms 
you have ! 

“All the better to hug you, my child.” 

“But, grandmother, what great ears you 
have ! ” 

“All the better to hear you, my child.” 

“ But, grandmother, what great eyes you 
have !” 

“All the better to see you, my child.” 

“ But, grandmother, what great teeth you 
have ! ” 


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“All the better to eat you up!''"' 

And at this the wicked Wolf seized upon 
poor Little Red Riding Hood and ate her 
up in one mouthful. 

Then the Wolf lay down upon the bed 
and went to sleep; and he snored so loud 


that the Hunter, who was going by, said 
to himself : “ How loud the old grandmother 
snores ! I must see how she is.” 

But when he saw who it was that was 
snoring, he said: — 

“Aha ! I have been looking for you !” 


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But as he was about to shoot, he thought 
that perhaps the Wolf had eaten the old 
grandmother, and she could still be saved. 

So instead of shooting, he took a pair 
of shears and began to cut open the 
Wolfs stomach. When he had cut two 
snips, he saw the red hood ; after 
two more snips out sprang Little Red 
Riding Hood herself ; and at last out 
came the old grandmother safe and sound. 


THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT. 

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea 
In a beautiful pea-green boat : 

They took some honey, and plenty of money 
Wrapped up in a five-pound note. 

The owl looked up to the moon above, 
And sang to a small guitar, 

“O lovely Pussy! 0 Pussy, my love, 

What a beautiful Pussy you are. 

You are ! 

What a beautiful Pussy you are!” 


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Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl, 

How wonderful sweet you sing ! 

O let us be married, — too long we have tarried, — 
But what shall we do for a ring?” 

They sailed away, for a year and a day. 

To the land where the bong-tree grows ; 

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood. 

With a ring in the end of his nose. 

His nose. 

With a ring in the end of his nose. 

“ Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling 
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.” 

So they took it away, and were married next day 
By tlie Turkey who lives on the hill. 

They dined on mince and slices of quince. 

Which they ate with a runcible spoon ; 

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand. 
They danced by the light of the moon. 

The moon. 

They danced by the light of the Moon. 

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THE WASP AND THE BEE. 

A Wasp met a Bee that was just buzzing by, 
And he said, “ My dear cousin, can you tell me why 
You are loved so much better by people than I? 

“ Why, my back is as bright and as yellow as gold. 
And my shape is most elegant, too, to behold ; 
Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told! ” 

Says the Bee, “ My dear cousin, it’s all very true ; 
But indeed they would love me no better than you. 
If I were but half as much mischief to do 1 

“You have a fine shape and a delicate wing. 
And they own you are handsome ; but then 
there’s one thing 

Which they cannot put up with, — and that is 
your sting. 

“ Now, I put it at once to your own common sense. 

If you are not so ready at taking offense 

As to sting them on even the slightest pretense? 

“Though my dress is so homely and plain, as 
you see. 

And I have a small sting, they’re not angry with me, 
Because I’m a busy and good-natured Bee!” 


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From this, pray, let ill-natured people beware ; 
Because, I am sure, if they do not take care. 
That they’ll never be loved, if they’re ever so fair. 

Jane Taylor. 


JACK AND THE BEANSTALK. 

Once upon a time there lived in Eng- 
land a widow who had an only child 
named Jack. She was poor, and Jack 
should have been a help to her, but she 
had spoiled him so that he was quite 
idle and good for nothing. Little by little 
they had to sell all that they had, until, 
at last, only their cow was left. 

“Ah, lazy boy!” said the mother. “It 
is your idleness that has made us so poor. 
We must sell the cow, or we shall starve, 
for there is nothing in the house to eat!” 
And then she wept. 

Jack was sorry to see his mother in 
tears, and he said, “Never mind, mother. 
I’ll sell the cow for you and all will be 


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well. I will drive her to town at once.” 
So he set out, but as he was walking 
along behind the beast, merrily whistling 
a tune, he met a butcher who asked why 
he was driving the cow from home. 

“I am going to sell her,” said Jack. 

Now the butcher was carrying in his hat 
a number of odd-looking beans, and seeing 
that Jack was only a foolish boy, he said 
to him : — 

“ I will buy your cow. I will give you 
all these beans for her.” 

“It is a bargain,” said Jack. So he 
took the beans, and the butcher drove off 
the cow. 

Jack hurried home, feeling very happy. 
“We need not starve, now,” he said to 
himself. “Mother will be glad when she 
sees these beans.” 

But when he showed them to his 
mother, she threw them out of the 
window, covered her face with her hands, 


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and burst into tears. Then Jack saw what 
a foolish bargain he had made. He sat 
down by his mother and tried to cheer 
her up, but in vain ; and they both went 
to bed hungry that night, for there was 
not even a crust in the house. 



Next morning Jack woke very early. 
The sun was rising, but his room seemed 
dark. He went to the window and looked 
out. To his surprise he found that during 
the night the beans had sprouted and the 
stalks had grown so high that he could 


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not see the top of them. They were so stout 
and so woven together that they looked 
like a ladder made to climb to the sky. 
Jack ran down into the garden and found his 
mother looking at the wonderful beanstalk. 

“I am going to climb it,” said Jack. 

His mother begged him not to do so, but 
Jack was willful and bent on it. He set 
out at once ; and, after a few hours of 
hard climbing, reached the top, a very 
tired and worn out boy. 

He found himself in a strange country. 
All was bare as a desert. There were 
some hills, and there was a road leading 
from the top of the beanstalk ; but not a 
house, or tree, or living thing, was to be seen. 

Jack sat down on a stone to rest. 
He wished he had not left home. But 
though he was very tired, he was also very 
hungry, and at last got up and walked 
on, hoping to find a house where he might 
beg something to eat and drink. 


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After a little he saw a beautiful lady 
walking alone, not far away. She had in 
her hand a white staff, on the top of which 
sat a peacock of pure gold. Jack ran 
toward her, and, as 
he came near, took 
off his cap and made 
a bow. 

The lady smiled 
kindly, and asked 
Jack how he came to 
be there. He told 
her all about the 
beanstalk. Then she 
said: “Do you remember your father?” 

“No,” said Jack ; “when I ask my 
mother about him, she always cries and 
will tell me nothing.” 

“She dare not,” said the lady, “but I 
will tell you. I am a fairy, and was 
your father’s godmother. By a fault of 
mine I lost my power, and just when 



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your father stood most in need of my help 
I could do nothing for him and he died.” 

Jack saw that she looked very sad as she 
said this, but he begged her to tell him all. 

“ I will,” said the fairy. “ But you must 
do as I tell you ; else great harm will 
come both to your mother and to yourself.” 

Jack promised, and the fairy went on 
with her story. 

“Your father was a rich man, and a 
very kind-hearted one. He never let a day 
pass without doing something to help the 
poor, who all loved him. But among his 
many true friends, there was one false 
one. This was a great giant, who was the 
terror of all the country because of his 
cruelty. 

“ The giant hated your father, and having 
made up his mind to destroy him, came to 
your home, saying that he had lost all 
he had and was about to starve. It was 
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pitied him, and took him into his own 

house and fed him. One day, when all 

the servants were away, the giant killed 
your father and took his wealth. He 
made your mother promise never to let 
any one know your father’s fate. If she 

did, he would kill her and you too. He 

set the house on fire, and when the servants 
came back it was burned to the ground. 
No one ever knew what became of your 
father or of his wealth. 

“I could not help you, then; but now, 
I can. My power came back yesterday. 
It was I who made you take the beans 
for the cow, and I who made the 
beanstalk grow so high. The giant 
lives here, and you must punish him. 
Everything he has is yours. You may 
take, therefore, as much of it as you can. 
But remember one thing : you must not 
tell your mother that you know your 
father’s story. Now go. The giant’s 


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house lies straight ahead. As long as you 
do what I command, all shall go well.” 

When she had ended, the fairy 
disappeared and Jack went on to the 
giant’s house. It was after sunset when 
he reached it. A plain-looking woman 
sat by the door. It was the giant’s 
wife. Jack spoke to her, and begged for 
something to eat and a place to sleep. 

The woman was surprised. 

“Do you not know,” she said, “that my 
husband is a giant ? He eats people. All 
day he walks about, looking for them. 
He is away, now, but will soon be back.” 

Jack was greatly frightened, but he 
would not give up ; he still begged the 
woman for something to eat, saying that 
he was weak with hunger, and that he 
could easily be hidden if the giant came 
back. At last he persuaded her, for she 
had a kind heart. She led him through 
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rooms ; and along a dark passage. Jack 
could see that on one side of the 
passage there was no wall, but a grating 
of iron bars. Behind the bars he saw 
several men whom the giant was keeping 
until he should want to eat them. 

Poor Jack wished himself at home with 
his mother. He began to fear that the 
gianPs wife was about to put him in, with 
the others, behind the bars. Then he 
thought of what the fairy had said, and 
took heart. 

At the end of the passage was the 
kitchen. The giant’s wife brought Jack 
plenty to eat and drink, and he was soon 
feeling strong and well. But while he was 
still at table, there came a knock at the 
gate so loud that the whole house shook. 
Jack hid in the oven, while the good 
woman ran to let in her husband. 

Jack heard him say, in a voice like 
thunder, “Wife, wife, I smell fresh meat!” 


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“ It is only the men in the dungeon,” 
said the wife. 

Then the giant sat down and ate his 
supper. Jack looked at him through a 
crack in the oven. He had never seen 
any one eat so much. When the giant 



had finished, he leaned back in his chair 
and roared : — 


“ Bring me my hen ! ” 

His wife brought a beautiful hen and 
put it on the table. 

“ Lay ! ” roared the giant ; and the hen 
at once laid an egg of solid gold. 

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time the giant told it to lay, the hen laid 
a larger egg than before. 

After awhile the wife went off to bed, 
and then the giant fell asleep by the fire. 

He snored as loud as the roar of the sea. 

Then Jack crept out of the oven, seized 
the hen, and ran off with it. Hfe was soon 
out of the house ; and he ran along the road, 
without resting, until he came to the top 
of the beanstalk. Then he climbed down 
into the garden, and there found his mother, 
who was overjoyed to see him. 

“Now, mother,” said Jack, “we are rich. 
Look here ! ” and he showed what he had 
brought. 

The hen laid as many golden eggs as 
they wished. These they sold, and from 
that time had money in plenty. 

Jack and his mother lived happily for 
some months, but he kept thinking of his 
father and made up his mind to pay the 
giant another visit. 


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He changed his clothes and stained his 
face and hands, so that no one would know 
him. Then, early one morning he climbed 
the beanstalk for the second time and 
went straight to the giant’s house. The 
woman was at the door, as before; but 
she did not know him, and he begged for 
some food and a place to sleep. 

^‘No,” said the giant’s wife, “I cannot let 
you in. Once before, a poor boy asked me 
for food and shelter. I let him in and 
he stole the giant’s hen. Ever since that 
time, the giant has been very cruel to me. 
You must go away.” 

But Jack begged hard, and at last she 
took him into the kitchen and gave him 
some supper. Then she hid him in the 
closet. In a little while the giant came 
back, shaking the house as he walked, and 
roaring and grumbling to himself. He sat 
down by the fire and said: — 

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“It is only some meat that the crows 
have dropped upon the house-top,” said 
the wife; but the giant grumbled on to 
himself, and scolded her for the loss of 
his hen. After he had finished his supper, 
he shouted : — 

“ Bring me something to amuse me ! 
my harp, or my money bags.” 

“ Which shall I bring, my dear ? ” said 
his wife, gently. 

“ My money bags,” roared the giant. 
“They are heavier for you to carry.” 

So the wife dragged in two great bags. 
One was full of gold, and the other of 
silver. The giant opened them and poured 
the money out upon the table. 

“ Go to bed ! ” he roared at his wife, 
and she went off. 

Jack saw the giant count all the money 
and carefully put it back into the bags and 
tie the strings. Then the monster fell asleep 
and snored as loud as the roar of the sea. 


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When Jack saw that the giant was 
sound asleep, he came out of the closet. 
But as soon as he touched the money bags, 
a little dog sprang up and began to bark. 
Jack thought he was lost, but the giant 



did not wake. The dog kept barking 
until Jack threw him a piece of meat that 
was on the table. Then all was quiet and 
Jack dragged the bags out. It was hard 
work, and it took him two whole days to 
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When he came to his mother’s house, 
it was empty. Jack ran into the town, 
to find out what had happened. An old 
woman led him to the house of a friend, 
where he found his poor mother lying sick 
with grief, for she had thought Jack was 
surely killed. When she saw him safe 
and sound, she felt better at once, and in 
a few days she was well. 

Jack gave her the great bags of money, 
and for three years the two lived happily 
together. During this time Jack often 
wished to visit the giant again, but his 
mother wept so much at the thought of it 
that he did not go. 

At last, he grew so eager that he could 
neither sleep nor eat, but sat looking at 
the beanstalk for hours at a time ; and one 
morning, without a word to his mother, he 
started off. 

At the top of the beanstalk he found 
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the giant’s house, there sat the wife at the 
door, as usual. Jack was now a big boy 
and she did not know him, but he had a 
hard time getting her to let him in. At 
last she gave him some supper and hid 
him in the copper kettle. 

When the giant came in, he sniffed the 
air and roared, as before : — 

“ Wife, wife, I smell fresh meat ! ” 

His wife tried to quiet him, but this time 
he was very angry and fierce. He began 
looking round. He opened the oven, then 
he looked in the closet, and then he came 
to the copper kettle and put his hand on the 
lid. Jack thought his end had come. He 
held his breath and waited. But the giant 
did not raise the lid. He grumbled a little, 
and then sat down by the fire and ate his 
supper. After he had finished, he shouted : — 
“Wife, bring me my harp!” 

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beautiful harp that ever was. The 
giant put it upon the table and roared: — 

“Play !” 

It began to play at once, without being 
touched, and soon lulled the giant to 
sleep. Such music Jack had never heard, 
and he wanted the harp more than he had 
ever wanted the money or the hen. 

When he saw that the giant was sound 
asleep, he sprang out boldly and seized it. 
But as he was running off, the harp, which 
was enchanted, cried out in a clear loud 
voice: — 

“Master! Master!” 

The giant awoke, sprang up, and saw 
Jack with the harp in his arms. 

“0 you rascal!” shouted the giant. “It 
is you who stole my hen and my money 
bags, and now you are stealing my harp. 
I’ll eat you alive!” 

But Jack laughed at him, for the giant 
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could not run. He followed along after 
Jack as fast as he could, but by the time 
he came to the top of the beanstalk Jack 
was in his mother’s garden. 

The harp had been playing sad music 
all the way, until Jack said, “ Stop !” and it 


stopped. Then he called to his mother, who 
was sitting by the cottage door, weeping. 

“ Don’t cry, mother. Bring me a hatchet ! 
Make haste!” He knew there was not a 
moment to spare, for already the giant had 
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His mother quickly brought the hatchet, 
and Jack cut the beanstalk off close to 
the ground. Down came the beanstalk, 
and down came the giant with it. The 
fall killed him on the spot. 

At that moment the fairy was seen 
standing by Jack and his mother. She 
told the poor woman the- whole story, and 
we may be sure it pleased her to know 
how brave Jack had been, and that the 
beanstalk need never be used any more. 


THE OWL. 


I. 

Wlien cats run liome and tlie liglit is come 
And dew is cold upon the ground, 

And tlie far-off stream is dumb, 

And the whirring sail goes round, 

, And the whirring sail goes round ; 
j Alone and warming his five wits. 

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II. 

Wlien merry milk-maids click the latch, 

And rarely smells the new-mown hay, 

And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch 
Twice or thrice his roundelay. 

Twice or thrice his roundelay ; 

Alone and warming his five wits. 

The white owl in the belfry sits. 

Alfred Tennyson. 


THE LITTLE LARK. 

I hear a pretty bird, but hark I 
I cannot see it anywhere. 

Oh ! it is a little lark. 

Singing in the morning air. 
Little lark, do tell me why 
You are singing in the sky. 

Other little birds at rest 

Have not yet begun to sing ; 
Every one is in its nest. 

With its head behind its wing’. 
Little lark, then, tell me why 
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You look no bigger than a bee, 

In the middle of the blue ; 

Up above the poplar tree, 

I can hardly look at you. 

Little lark, do tell me why. 

You are mounted up so high. 

“’Tis to watch the silver star, 
Sinking slowly in the skies ; 

And beyond the mountain far. 

To see the glorious sun arise. 

Little lady, this is why 

I am mounted up so high. 

“ ’Tis to sing a merry song 

To the pleasant morning light ; 

Why stay in my nest so long. 

When the sun is shining bright ? 

Little lady, this is why 

I sing so early in the sky. 

“To the little birds below, 

Here I sing a merry tune ; 

And I let the ploughman know 
He must come to labor soon. 

Little lady, this is why 

I am singing in the sky.” 


Jane Taylor. 


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THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 

Do you ask wliat the birds say ? The 
Sparrow, the Dove, 

The Linnet and TJirush say, “I love 
and I love ! ” 

In the winter they’re silent — the wind 
is so strong ; 

Wliat it says, I don’t know, but it sings 
a loud song. 

But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny 
warm weather, 

And singing, and loving — all come back 
together. 

“I love, and I love,” almost all the birds 
say. 

From sunrise to star-rise, so gladsome are 
they ! 

But the lark is so brimful of gladness and 
love, 

Tlie green fields below him, the blue sky 
above, 

That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever 
sings he — 

“I love my love, and my love loves me! ” 

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CINDERELLA. 

There was once a rich man who took 
as his second wife a woman who had 
two daughters. She was prouder and 
more haughty than any queen, and her 
daughters were exactly like her. Now 
the man also had a daughter, but she 
was gentle and good like her mother 
who was dead. 

No sooner was the wedding over than 
the stepmother began to show that she 
was cruel as well as proud and haughty. 
She hated the gentle girl because she 
seemed so much more lovely than her own 
dauo^hters. She made her wash the 
dishes, cook, sweep, and make the fires, 
while the proud sisters sat in the parlor 
or spent the time looking at themselves 
in the mirror. 

The poor girl did not cpmplain. After 
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in a corner of the fireplace among the 
cinders; and the sisters mocked her and 
called her Cinderella, or the cinder-maid. 
But for all that, she was a hundred times 
more lovely than they were. 

Now it happened that the King’s son 
gave a great ball and invited to it all 
the grand and the rich of his kingdom. 
Among others, he asked the two haughty 
sisters, and for days they talked of 
nothing but the ball and the dresses they 
were to wear. 

Cinderella was kept busy ironing their 
linen and plaiting their ruffies, and 
when they tried on their gowns they 
would ask her advice, for she had very 
good taste. 

Cinderella did all she could to help 
them, and on the night of the ball she 
even dressed their hair. 

As she was arranging their curls, one 
of the haughty sisters said: — 


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“Pray, Cinderella, would you not like to 
go to the ball ? ” 

“Nay,” sighed Cinderella. “You only 
jeer at me. It is not for such as I to go 
to the ball.” 

“ Quite true,” said the sister, with a 
laugh. “Fancy having a cinder-maid at 
the Prince’s ball ! ” 

At last they were ready, and off they 
went in their coach. Cinderella watched 
it as long as it was in sight. Then she 
sat down in the chimney corner and cried 
like the lonely little girl that she was. 

“ What is the matter, Cinderella ? ” 
said a voice. And there stood her fairy 
godmother. 

“I wish — I wish — ” sobbed Cinderella. 

“You wish to go to the ball, do you 
not ? ” said the fairy godmother. 

“ Y-es ! ” sighed Cinderella. 

“Very well!” said, the fairy. “If 
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Run into the garden and bring me a 
pumpkin.” 

Cinderella dried her eyes and began to 
smile. She did not see how a pumpkin 
could help her to go to the ball, but 
she hurried out and brought the biggest 
and yellowest one she could find. The 
godmother cut a hole in it and scooped 
out the inside until there was nothing 
left but the shell. Then she struck it 
with her wand, and in an instant the 
pumpkin shell became a beautiful gilded 
coach. 

Then the fairy godmother went to 
the mouse trap. There were six live 
mice in it. “ Open it ! ” she said to 
Cinderella ; and as the mice ran out 
she touched each with her wand, and in 
place of six gray mice there were six 
gray horses. 

“But what shall we do for a coachman ?” 
said the fairy. 


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“Perhaps there is a rat in the rat trap,” 
said Cinderella. “Will a rat do?” 

“It will do very well,” said the fairy. 
So Cinderella brought the trap. 

There were three rats in it, and the 
fairy chose the largest. He became a great 
fat coachman, with whiskers wonderful to 
behold. 

Then she said, “ Go into the garden 
again and bring me six lizards. You 
will find them behind the watering pot.” 

Cinderella had no sooner brought these 
than the fairy changed them into six 
footmen, all in green, who mounted the 
coach as though they had done nothing 
else all their lives. 

“Now you can go to the ball,” said 
the fairy. 

“But how can I go in this gown?” said 
Cinderella. 

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changed into a gown of gold and silver, 
sparkling with jewels ; and on her 
feet was a pair of glass slippers, the 
daintiest little slippers that ever were 
seen. 

“Now go to the ball,” said the fairy, 
“ but do not stay later than midnight. 
Remember, if you stay one moment 
longer, the coach will be only a 
pumpkin, the horses will be mice, the 
coachman a rat, the footmen lizards, 
and your gown will be as ragged as it 
ever was.^' 

“I will remember,” said Cinderella, and 
away she drove in state to the Prince's 
ball. 

When she reached the palace, the 
King’s son was told that a great Princess 
had come and he hurried out to receive 
her. He gave her his hand as she 
stepped from her coach, and led her into 
the ballroom. 


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At once there was a great silence. 
Every one stopped talking and dancing at 
sight of the lovely Princess. 

“ Ah, how beautiful she is ! ” said they 
all. The Prince fell in love with her 


then and there, and would dance with 
no one else. At dinner he ate nothing. 
He spent all the time looking at her 
and talking to her. 

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them the fruits which the Prince had 
given her. Not knowing who she 
really was, they were very proud to be 
so ' favored. 

But when midnight was near, she rose 
to go. The Prince tried to stop her, but 
she bowed to him and to the others and 
hurried out. 

When she reached home she found her 
fairy godmother waiting for her. 

After thanking her, Cinderella begged 
to go to the ball again the next night, 
for the Prince had urged her to come 
once more. 

The fairy smiled and nodded ; but as 
Cinderella was telling all the pleasant 
things that had happened, the sisters 
knocked loudly at the door and she ran 
to open for them. 

“How late you are!” said Cinderella. 

“Ah, if you had been at the ball, 
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said one of the sisters. “The loveliest 
Princess in the world was there, and she 
took notice of us and was kind to us 
all the evening.” 

“What was her name?” asked Cinderella. 

“Nobody knows,” said the sisters. 
“ The Prince would give half his 
kingdom to know who she was. He 

would dance with no one after she 

had gone.” 

Cinderella smiled. She was very happy, 
but she said : “ I wish I could have 
seen her ! Was she so beautiful ? I 
wish I could go to see her to-morrow!” 

“ A pretty idea 1 ” said the haughty 
sisters. “ Cinder-maids and cooks are 

not asked.” 

Next night the two sisters were again 
at the ball. Cinderella also was there, 

and in a gown more beautiful than the 
first. The King’s son was at her side 
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pleasant things to her that she quite 
forgot the fairy^s warning. 

At last the great clock in the tower 
began to strike. It was midnight ! She 
had thought it was only a little after 
eleven o^clock, but with the first stroke 
she turned and fled like a deer. 

The Prince ran after her, but she was 
too swift for him. Yet he was not 
altogether in despair, for upon the great 
marble stairs he found a dainty glass 
slipper which she had lost in her flight. 

At the gate he asked the guards about 
the unknown Princess, but they had not 
seen her. A girl in rags had run by them 
and there was a hollow pumpkin lying 
in the road where the beautiful gilded 
coach had stood, but they had seen no 
princess. 

Of course it was Cinderella who ran by 
them in her rags. She reached home 
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or horses. Of all the fairy gifts, nothing 
was left but one glass slipper. 

When the sisters came home they told 
Cinderella all about the strange Princess 
and how the Prince had found the loveliest 
little slipper in the world. He had done 
nothing but look at it for the rest of the 
evening. They felt sure that he was 
very much in love with the beautiful 
person who owned it. 

They were right, for not many days 
later the Prince made known through 
all the land that he would marry the 
maid whose foot this slipper would fit. 

First the princesses at court tried it, 
then the duchesses, then all the other 
noble ladies, but in vain. Not one could 
put it on. 

Then it was carried to all the houses 
of the rich, and at last it came to the 
two sisters. They did their best to force 
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Cinderella watched them try, and then 
said, with a smile : — 

“ May I try ? Perhaps it will fit me.” 
The sisters laughed at her ; but the 
nobleman, who bore the slipper on a satin 


cushion, looked at Cinderella and thought 
her very beautiful. 

“Anyone may try,” he said. “It is the 
order of the Prince.” 

So Cinderella sat down and tried 
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The sisters opened their eyes in wonder, 
but they were still more amazed when 
Cinderella drew from her pocket the other 
slipper and put it on. 

At that moment the fairy godmother 
appeared. She touched Cinderella with 
her wand, and the cinder-maid became 
again the beautiful Princess, with a gown 
even richer than the others. 

The sisters fell at her feet and begged 
her forgiveness for their cruel treatment, 
but Cinderella was so gentle and loving 
that she raised them up at once and 
kissed them, saying that she forgave them 
with all her heart. 

Then the nobleman drove off with her 
to the palace, and the Prince thought 
her lovelier than ever and married her 
without delay. 

And when the old King and Queen 
died, the Prince and Cinderella ruled in 
their stead. 


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THE LITTLE LAND. 

When at home alone I sit 
And am very tired of it, 

I have just to shut my eyes 
To go sailing through the skies — 
To go sailing far away 
To the pleasant Land of Play ; 

To the fairy land afar 
Where the Little People are ; 
Where the clover-tops are trees, 
And the rain-pools are the seas, 
And the leaves like little ships 
Sail about on tiny trips ; 

And above the daisy tree 
Tlirough the grasses, 

High o’erhead the Bumble Bee 
Hums and passes. 

In that forest to and fro 
I can wander, I can go ; 

See the spider and the fly. 

And the ants go marcliing by 
Carrying parcels with their feet 
Down the green and grassy street. 


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I can in the sorrel sit 
Where the ladybird alit. 

I can climb the jointed grass ; 
And on high 

See the greater swallows pass 
In the sky, 

And the round sun rolling by 
Heeding no such things as I. 


Through that forest I can pass 
Till, as in a looking-glass. 
Humming fly and daisy tree 
And my tiny self I see. 

Painted very clear and neat 
On the rain-pool at my feet. 
Should a leaflet come to land 
Drifting near to where I stand. 
Straight I ’ll board that tiny boat 
Round the rain-pool sea to float. 


Little thoughtful creatures sit 
On the grassy coasts of it ; 
Little things with lovely eyes 
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Some are clad in armor green — 

(These have sure to battle been!) — 
Some are pied with ev’ry hue 
Black and crimson, gold and blue ; 

Some have wings and swift are gone ; — 
But they all look kindly on. 


When my eyes I once again 
Open, and see all things plain : 

High bare walls, great bare floor ; 
Great big knobs on drawer and door ; 
Great big people perched on cliairs. 
Stitching tucks and mending tears. 
Each a hill that I could climb. 

And talking nonsense all the time — 

0 dear me, 

That I could be 
A sailor on the rain-pool sea, 

A climber in the clover tree. 

And just come back, a sleepy-head. 
Late at night to go to bed. 


Robert Louis Stevenson. 


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HANS IN LUCK. 

After Hans had served his master seven 
years, he said to him : “ Master, my time 
is up. Give me my wages, for I wish to 
go home to my mother.” 

The master replied : 
“You have been a faith- 
ful and honest servant, 
and you shall be paid 
%' I deserve.” With 

these words he gave 
Hans a lump of gold as 
large as his head. Hans 
took his handkerchief 
from his pocket, wrapped 
it about the lump, and putting the 
treasure upon his shoulder, set out for 
home. 

As he was trudging along the road 
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rode with a fresh and easy air that was 
good to behold. 

“Ah!” said Hans, aloud, “what a fine 
thing it is to ride ! A man sits as if 
he were in a chair. He never stubs his 
toes, he spares his shoes, and he is 
home before he knows it.” 

The rider, hearing what Hans said, 
pulled up and cried : — 

“If that is so, Hans, why do you go 
afoot?” 

“ I must,” said Hans. “ I have this 
lump to carry home — a lump of gold, it 
is true, but I can not hold up my head 
because of it, and it makes my shoulders 
crooked.” 

“ I ’ll tell you what we will do,” said 
the rider. “We will trade; I will give 
you my horse, and you give me your lump.” 

“With all my heart,” said Hans, “but 
I tell you beforehand, it will be hard to 
carry.” 


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The rider got off, took the gold, helped 
Hans into the saddle, put the reins into 
his hand, and said : — 

“If you wish to go fast you must click 
with your tongue and cry ‘Get up!’” 



Hans’ face was beaming as he sat upon 
the horse and rode easily and boldly along. 
After a while he thought it would be even 
more pleasant to ride faster, and he began 
to click with his tongue and cry “ Get 
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trot, and before Hans knew it he 
was lying in a ditch by the roadside. 
The horse would have run away, but 
it was stopped by a country fellow who 
was coming in that direction, driving a 
cow before him. 

Hans got up very slowly. He was not 
hurt, but he had lost his temper, and said 
to the countryman: “It is no joke — this 
riding ; at least, if you get on a mare, 
like this one, that kicks and throws you 
off and almost breaks your neck. I ’ll 
never get on her again as long as I live. 
How much better off you are with your 
cow ! You can take your time walking- 
after her, and besides, you are sure of 
your milk and butter and cheese every 
day. Ah, if I only had a cow like 
that!” 

“Well,” said the countryman, “if it will 
give you pleasure, I will trade my cow for 
your horse.” 


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Hans was only too glad to do it, so the 
country fellow swung himself on the horse 
and rode quickly away. 

Hans drove his cow quietly before him 
and thought what a lucky trade he had 
made. 



“ If I have only a slice of bread — 
and that is easy enough to get — I can 
eat it with butter and cheese whenever I 
choose; and if I am thirsty, I can milk 
my cow and drink the milk. What 
more could any one wish ! ” 

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he felt hungry he sat down and ate up all 
his dinner and his supper which he had 
brought with him. Then he drove the cow 
on toward the village where his mother 
lived. 

It grew very hot at midday and Hans 
began to feel very thirsty. 

“This is a thing which can be helped,” 
thought he. “Now I shall milk my cow 
and refresh myself.” 

He tied her to a tree, and since he had 
no bucket, he put down his leather cap to 
milk into, but not a drop could he get ; 
and as he was clumsy in trying, the cow 
raised one of her hind feet and gave him 
such a kick that he rolled over and for 
some time could not think where he was. 

At this moment there passed a butcher, 
pushing before him a wheelbarrow with a 
squealing pig in it. 

“ What have we here ? ” he cried, as he 
stopped and helped the good Hans to his 


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feet. Hans told him what had happened. 
The butcher handed him a flask of water 
and said : “ There, take a drink and refresh 
yourself. Your cow will never give any 
milk. It is an old beast, and fit only to 
be killed and eaten.” 

“Is that so?” said 
Hans, rubbing his head. 

“Who would have 
thought it ? And I 
hate cow-meat, too, it 
is so dry. If it were 
only a young pig now, 
like the one you have, 
it would be difPerent. Think of the 
pork ! and think of the sausages ! ” 

“Listen, Hans,” said the butcher. “Since 
it is you, I will trade, and give you the pig 
for your cow.” 

“ Heaven reward you for your 
goodness!” said Hans. So the butcher 
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a cord tied to its leg, and drove off the 
cow himself. 

Hans went on, thinking how lucky he 
was, and how everything turned out just 
as he wished. After a little while a boy 
joined him, carrying under his arm a 
beautiful white goose. The boy said, 
“Good day!” and Hans was soon telling 
of his luck, and how well he had traded. 

The boy talked of his goose, which he 
said he was taking to a christening feast. 
“Lift it,” said he, taking it by the wings. 
“ See how heavy it is ! And no wonder ; it 
has been fattened for the last eight weeks. 
Any one who takes a bite of that goose 
will have to wipe the fat off his mouth, 
I can tell you.” 

“ Yes,” said Hans, lifting it with one 
hand. “It is heavy enough, but my pig 
is not bad, either.” 

After taking a look round, as if to be 
sure no one was near, the boy shook his 


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head. “ Listen ! said he. “ It may not 
be all right about that pig of yours. In 
the town I have come from, a pig has 
just been stolen out of the mayor’s pen. 
I am afraid — I am very much afraid you 
have it there with you. It would be a 
bad business if they caught you with that 
pig. The jail is the 
least you could hope 
for.” 

Simple Hans trembled 
all over. “What shall I 
do?” he said. “Won’t 
you help me ? You 
know the country round 
here ; take the pig and give me your 
goose.” 

“Well,” said the boy, “I risk a good 
deal by it, but I do not wish to see you 
get into trouble.” So he took the cord in 
his hand and quickly drove the pig away 
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on, carrying the goose under his arm, and 
happy to have escaped the danger. 

“ When I come to think it over,” he 
said to himself, “I gained by that trade, 
after all. First there is the meat of the 
goose, then there is the fat that will drip 
from it and that I can eat with my bread 
for the next half year, and then there are 
the beautiful white feathers which I shall 
have put into a pillow to sleep on at night. 
How glad mother will be ! ” 

As he came through the last village on 
his way home, there stood by the road a 
scissors-grinder with his cart, turning his 
stone and singing merrily. 

Hans stopped to watch him, and at last 
said : — 

“You must be a lucky man, you are so 
happy at your grinding.” 

“Yes, indeed,” said the scissors-grinder. 
“The trade has a mine of gold in it. A 
good grinder finds money in his pocket 


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whenever he puts his hand into it. But 
where did you buy that handsome goose?” 

“ I didn’t buy it. I traded my pig for it.” 

“And the pig?” said the grinder. 

“ I got it for my cow.” 

“And the cow?” 

“I got it for a horse.” 

“ And the horse ? ” 

“ I gave a lump of 
gold as large as my 
head for it.” 

“And the gold?” 

“ Oh, that was my wages for seven 
years’ work,” said Hans. 

“You have traded well every time, 
it seems,” said the grinder. “Now 
if you could only hear money jingle 
in your pocket every time you stood 
up, your fortune would be made.” 

“How can I do that?” said Hans. 

“You must become a grinder, like me. 
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rest comes of itself. I have one here. It 
is a little worn, so I will let you have 
it, and you need give me only your goose 
for it. Will you do it?” 

“How can you ask?” said Hans. “I 
shall be the luckiest man on earth. If 
I find money every time I put my hand 
into my pocket, what need I worry about 
any more ? 

So Hans gave him the goose and took 
the grindstone. 

“Now here, — ” said the grinder, taking 
up an ordinary stone from the road, 
“here is a fine stone to hammer on and 
straighten old nails. Take it and be 
careful of it.” 

Hans shouldered the stones and went 
on with a happy heart. His eyes shone 
with joy. “I must be living under a lucky 
star,” he cried out. “Everything I want 
comes to me as if I had been born on a 
Sunday.” 


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Meantime, as he had been upon his feet 
since daybreak, he began to be tired. He 
was also hungry, for in the morning, after 
he got the cow, he had eaten all he had 
with him. 

At last he could hardly go on, and had 
to stop every few moments to rest. The 
stones grew heavier at every step, and he 
thought how good it 
would be if he had 
not to carry them any 
more. He crawled 
along like a snail until 
he came to a spring, 
where he stopped to rest and get a drink. 
He put down the stones upon the rim of 
the spring, taking great care not to harm 
them. But he was clumsy, and as he 
bent down to drink he struck the stones, 
and they both splashed into the water. 

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Then he knelt down and gave thanks, with 
tears in his eyes, that he was rid of the 
stones, and that, as Heaven had freed him 
from them, he need not blame himself for 
their loss. 

“They were my only trouble,” he cried 
out. “Nobody under the sun is more 
happy than I am now.” 

Then with a light heart, and free from 
all burdens, he ran on until he reached 
his mother’s house. 


WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 

Who has seen the wind ? 

Neitiier I nor you ; 

But when the leaves hang trembling, 

The wind is passing thro’. 

Who has seen the wind ? 

Neither you nor I ; 

But when the trees bow down their heads, 
The wind is passing by. 

Christina G. Kossetti. 


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THE WIND. 

I saw you toss the kites on high 
'And blow the birds about tlie sky ; 

And all around I heard you pass, 

Like ladies’ skirts across the grass — 

O wind, a-blowing all day long, 

0 wind, that sings so loud a song ! 

I saw the different things you did. 

But always you yourself you hid. 

I felt you push, I heard you call, 

I could not see yourself at all — 

0 wind, a-blowing all day long, 

0 wind, that sings so loud a song ! 

0 you that are so strong and cold, 

0 blower, are you young or old ? 

Are you a beast of field and tree. 

Or just a stronger child than me ? 

0 wind, a-blowing all day long, 

O wind, that sings so loud a song ! 

Robkrt Louis Stkvknson. 


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THE QUEEN BEE. 

There was once a nobleman who had 
three sons. The two older were bright 
and clever, but the youngest was quiet 
and seemed so stupid that he was called 
the Simpleton. 

When the elder brothers were full- 
grown, they left home together to seek 
adventures. They had not ridden many 
days when they reached an inn by the 
roadside, whence came the sound of 
laughter and music and dancing. They 
sprang from their horses and went in. 

And there they stayed day after day, 
eating and drinking and making merry. 
Days lengthened into weeks, and they quite 
forgot their home and thought no more of 
duty or adventure. 

But as time passed and their father 
heard no news of them, he was much 
troubled. Then the Simpleton said ; — 


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“Father, do not grieve. They still live 
and I will go forth to seek them.” 

The next morning early he set out, and 
after some time came to the wayside inn 
where his brothers were merry-making. 


When they saw him they supposed that 
he, too, was seeking adventures, and 
laughed to think that the Simpleton 
should expect to make his way in the 
world, when they, who were so much 
brighter and more clever, had done 
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a servant Tvith news to their father, the 
three brothers set out from the inn 

together. 

As they were going along the way, they 
came to a great ant-heap. The two older 
brothers wished to stir it up, and see the 
little ants run about in fear, carrying 
their eggs to a safe spot, but the 

Simpleton said: — 

“Leave the creatures in peace. I will 
not let you harm them.” 

Farther on they came to a lake upon 
which many ducks were swimming. The 
two older brothers wished to kill some 
of them for dinner, but the Simpleton 

stopped them, saying : — 

“Leave the creatures in peace. I will 
not let you kill them.” 

Then they came to a bees’ nest, in 

which there was so much honey that it 
was dripping down the tree. The two 
older brothers wished to build a fire in 


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the hollow at the root, and so kill the 
bees and get the honey, but the Simpleton 
said : — 

“Leave the creatures in peace. I will 
not let you burn them.” 

That evening the brothers came to a 
great castle. It looked inviting, but 
when they went in they discovered that 
it was under a magic spell. In the stables 
they found that all the horses had been 
turned to stone, and as they went through 
the rich halls and rooms they saw no 
living person in any of them. 

But at last they came to a little door 
quite at the end of a long gallery. Now 
although this door was locked with three 
great locks, in the middle of it was 
a hole through which they could see into a 
room. There, at a table, sat a little gray 
dwarf. They called to him, but he did 
not move. They called again, and still 
he seemed not to hear. But when they 


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THE CHEAT CASTLE, 





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called a third time, he rose, opened the 
three great locks, and came out. He 
spoke not a word, but led them to the 
dining hall, where a supper was awaiting 
them. After they had eaten, he showed 
each of them to a beautiful bedroom. 

Next morning the little gray man came 
to the eldest brother, and without a word, 
led him to a stone tablet. Upon this were 
written the three tasks, by doing which 
the castle might be set free. 

The first task was to find the pearls of 
the King’s daughter which lay scattered 
in the moss of the forest. There were 
a thousand of them, and they must be 
found before sunset. If, at sunset, a 
single pearl was lacking, the seeker would 
be turned to stone. 

The eldest brother went out and hunted 
all that day, but at sundown he had found 
only a hundred pearls ; and he was changed 
to stone, as was written upon the tablet. 


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Next day the second brother undertook 
the task. He did better than the eldest, 
but at sunset he had found only two 
hundred pearls, and he also was changed 
to stone. 

On the third day the Simpleton took 
his turn. He hunted in the moss very 
eagerly, but it was so hard to see the 
pearls, and it took so much time, that at 
last he sat down on a stone and began to 
weep. 

As he was sitting thus, the King of the 
ants whose nest he had saved came by 
with five thousand of his tiny subjects. 
When he heard what the trouble was, he 
gave his orders, and it was not long 
before the little creatures had found all 
the pearls and laid them in a pile at 
the Simpleton’s feet. 

The second task was harder ; the key 
must be brought back which the King’s 
daughter had dropped into the lake. But 


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when the Simpleton came to the lake, 
there swam the ducks whose lives he had 
saved. As soon as they knew what he 
wanted, they all dived down to the 
bottom to hunt for the key, and in a 


short time one of them came swimming 
to the shore with it in his bill. 

Next day came the third task, which 
was hardest of all. The Simpleton was 
led to a room where the three daughters 
of the King were lying asleep. Of these 
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be chosen. Now they looked exactly 
alike, and indeed they were to be told 
apart only by one thing : before they 
fell asleep each had eaten a different 
kind of sweet — the eldest, a lump of 
sugar ; the second, a little syrup ; and 
the youngest, a spoonful of honey. 

The Simpleton could not tell which 
was the one that had eaten the honey, 
and he thought they were all equally 
beautiful and equally young. But as 
he was looking at them, in flew the 
Queen Bee whose nest he had saved 
from fire. 

She flew from one of the Princesses to 
the other, alighting upon their mouths 
and trying them. When she came to 
the mouth of the youngest and gentlest 
Princess, she tasted the honey and settled 
there. 

So the Simpleton knew which to choose, 
and in a moment the spell was broken. 


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The sleepers awoke, and those who had 
been turned to stone were set free. 

The Simpleton was given a kingdom 
as his reward. He married the Princess 
who was youngest and gentlest, and they 
reigned happily all their days. 


THE SUN’S TRAVELS. 

The sun is not a-bed wlien I 
At night upon my pillow lie ; 

Still round the earth his way he takes, 
And morning after morning makes. 

While here at home, in shining day. 

We round the sunny garden play. 

Each little Indian sleepy-head 
Is being kissed and put to bed. 

And when at eve I rise from tea. 

Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea ; 

And all the children in the West 
Are getting up and being dressed. 

Robert Louis Stevenson. 


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THE BREMEN TOWN-MUSICIANS. 

A certain man had a Donkey, whicli, for 
many years, had worked faithfully for him, 
but at last the poor animal’s strength 
began to leave him, and he became every 
day more unfit for work. His master 
thought of putting him out of the way, 
but the Donkey felt that an ill wind was 
blowing ; so he broke loose and started 
for Bremen. There he intended to join 
the town-band. 


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When he had gone a short distance 
along the road, he came to a Hound lying 
by the wayside and panting as though he 
had been running hard. 

“Why are you panting so, Towser ?” 
asked the Donkey. 

“Alas!” said the Hound, “my master 
was about to kill me because I am old, 
and good for nothing in the hunt, and 
getting weaker every day. I have taken to 
my heels, but how am I to find a living ? ” 

“I will tell you,” said the Donkey. “I 
am going to Bremen to be a town- 
musician. Come with me and be 
a musician also. I will play the lute, 
and you can beat the drum.” 

The Hound agreed, and they went on 
together. 

After a little while they came to a Cat 
sitting in the road and looking as 
miserable as if she had been out in the 
rain for a week. 


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“ Well, what has happened to you, Old 
Whiskers?” asked the Donkey. 

“ Who can be merry with a rope round 
his neck ? ” answered the Cat. “ Because 
I am getting on in years, and my teeth 
are blunt, and I like lying under the 
stove and purring better than mousing, 
my mistress was going to drown me. I 
got away, as you see, but what shall 
I do now ?” 

“Come with us to Bremen,” said the 
Donkey. “You understand night-music 
and you can be a town-musician too.” 

The Cat thought the advice good, and 
went with them. 

As the three outcasts were passing 
a barnyard, they saw a Cock sitting 
upon the gate and crowing with all his 
5 might. 

“You crow loud enough to make one 
deaf,” said the Donkey. “What is the 
matter with you ? 


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“ I have just been foretelling clear 
weather,” said the Cock, “ yet my mistress 
has no pity on me, and because she wants 
soup for her guests to-morrow she has told 
the cook to cut off my head this evening. 
But I shall crow as much as I can until 
then.” 

“You have a stout heart, Red-Comb,” 
replied the Donkey, “but you had better 
come with us. We are going to Bremen, 
and we shall want you. You have a good 
voice, and when we form our band the 
music must be of the finest style.” 

The Cock liked the plan and the four 
went on together. They could not walk 
to Bremen in one day, and in the evening 
they came to a wood. There they thought 
to stay until morning. 

The Donkey and the Hound stretched 
themselves under a great tree, the Cat 
climbed up among the branches, and the 
Cock flew to roost upon the topmost 


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bough. But before they fell asleep, the 
Cock looked round upon every side, to be 
sure that all was safe, and thought he saw 
a light not far away. He called down to his 
friends that there must be a house near by. 

“Then,” said the Donkey, “let us go to 
it, for the shelter here is bad.” 

The Dog thought as the Donkey did, 
and hoped for a few bones and also a 
little meat upon them. So they all made 
their way to the place where the light 
was. They found that it shone from the 
window of a brightly-lit house where 
robbers lived. 

The Donkey, who was tallest, went to 
the window and looked in. 

“What do you see, Long-Ears ? ” asked 
the Cock. 

“ What do I see ? ” answered the Donkey. 
“I see a table full of good things to eat, 
and there are robbers sitting round it and 
enjoying themselves.” 


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*^That would be just the thing for us,” 
said the Cock. 

“Yes, yes; if we were only in there!” 
replied the Donkey. Then the animals 



began to consult together how they should 
drive out the robbers. At last they made 
a plan. 

The Donkey put his fore feet on the 
window sill ; the Dog stood on the Donkey’s 
back ; the Cat climbed up on the Dog ; and, 
last of all, the Cock flew up and sat on 
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began his music. The Donkey brayed, the 
Dog howled, the Cat miauled, and the Cock 
crowed. Then they all burst through the 
window into the room, and the glass flew 
in every direction. 

The robbers, hearing the awful noise, 
thought some monster was coming in. 
They started up in terror and fled into 
the forest with all speed. Then the four 
musicians sat down at the table and ate 
as though they were to have nothing more 
for the next month. 

When they had finished, they blew 
out the light and each hunted for 
a place to sleep. • The Donkey found a 
heap of straw in the yard ; the Dog lay 
down behind the door; the Cat slept 
by the fireplace ; and the Cock roosted 
on the ridge of the house-top. As they 
were all tired, they soon fell asleep. 

At midnight, the robbers saw that there 
was no light in the house, and that 


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everything was quiet. “We should not have 
run away so quickly,” said the captain, 
and he sent a man to search the house. 

The robber found all quiet and went 
into the kitchen to strike a light. There 
he saw the glowing, fiery eyes of the 
Cat, and took them for live coals. He 
held a match to them to light it, but 
the Cat sprang into his face and spit and 
scratched so that he turned and ran. When 
he came to the door, the Dog, who was 
lying there, sprang up and bit him in the 
leg; and as he ran across the yard and 
by the pile of straw, the Donkey gave 
him a good kick with one of his hind 
feet ; and the Cock, who was waked by the 
noise, called from the house-top, — “Cock- 
a-doodle-doo ! ” 

Then the robber ran with all his legs 
back to the captain and said: — 

“Alas ! in the house there is a terrible 
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my face with her bony fingers ; and by 
the door stands a man with a knife, who 
stabbed me in the leg ; and in the yard 
lies a black monster, who hit me with a 
club as I passed ; and on the roof sits 
a judge, who called : ‘Bring that robber 
here ! ’ Then I left as fast as I could/^ 
From that time the robbers dared not 
return to the house, but the four musicians 
liked it so well that they would not leave 
— and for aught we know they are living 
there still. 

A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND. 

Away, away in the Northland, 

Where the hours of the day are few. 

And the nights are so long in winter. 

They cannot sleep them through ; 

Where they harness the swift reindeer 
To the sledges when it snows ; 

And the children look like bear's cubs, 

In their funny, furry clothes ; 


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They tell them a curious story — 

I don’t believe ’t is true ; 

And yet you may learn a lesson 
If I tell the tale to you. 

Once, when the good Saint Peter 
Lived in the world below, 

And walked about it preaching. 

Just as he did, you know; 

He came to the door of a cottage. 

In traveling round the earth. 

Where a little woman was making cakes. 
In the ashes on the hearth. 

And being faint with fasting — 

For the day was almost done — 

He asked her, from her store of cakes. 
To give him a single one. 

So she made a very little cake. 

But as it baking lay. 

She looked at it, and thought it seemed 
Too large to give away. 

Therefore she kneaded another. 

And still a smaller one ; 

But it looked, when she turned it over. 
As large as the first had done. 


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Then slie took a tiny scrap of dough, 

And rolled and rolled it flat ; 

And baked it thin as a wafer — 

But she couldn’t part with that. 

For she said, “My cakes that seem so small 
When I eat of them myself. 

Are yet too large to give away.” 

So she put them on a shelf. 

Then good Saint Peter grew angry. 

For he was hungry and faint ; 

And surely such a woman 

Was enough to provoke a saint. 

And he said, “You are far too selfish 
To dwell in a human form, 

To have both food and shelter. 

And fire to keep you warm. 

“ Now, you shall build as the birds do. 

And shall get your scanty food 

By boring, and boring, and boring. 

All day in the hard dry wood.” 

Then up she went through the chimney. 
Never speaking a word ; 

And out of the top flew a woodpecker. 

For she w^as changed to a bird. 


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She had a scarlet "cap on her head, 

And that was left the same, 

But all the rest of her clothes were burned 
Black as a coal in the flame. 

And every country school-boy 
Has seen her in the wood ; 

Where she lives in the trees till this very day 
Boring and boring for food. 

And this is the lesson she teaches : 

Live not for yourselves alone. 

Lest the needs you will not pity 
Shall one day be your own. 

Give plenty of what is given to you, 

Listen to pity’s call ; 

Don’t think the little you give is great, 

And tlie much you get is small. 

Now, my little boy, remember that. 

And try to be kind and good. 

When you see the woodpecker’s sooty dress. 
And see her scarlet hood. 

You mayn’t be changed to a bird, though you live 
As selfishly as you can ; 

But you will be changed to a smaller thing — 
A mean and selfish man. 


Thcebe Cary. 


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THE SLEEPING BEAUTY. 

Once upon a time there lived a 
King and Queen who for many years 
were very unhappy, because they had 
no child ; but at last there was born 
to them a little baby girl, and she 
was the most beautiful child the sun 
ever shone upon. There was great 
rejoicing in the palace and throughout 
the kingdom, and all the fairies 
who could be found in the land were 
asked to attend the christening. There 
were seven of them, and they came 
in state. 

After the christening the King gave a 
great feast. For each fairy there was 
a golden plate, and a knife and fork 
sparkling with diamonds and rubies. As 
they were about to sit down at table, the 
door opened and in came an aged fairy 
whom the King had not invited. She had 


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not been seen for fifty years, and every 
one thought she was dead. 

The King went at once to meet her, and 
ordered a place to be laid for her also. 
But he could not give her a plate of gold, 
nor a knife and fork sparkling with 
jewels, for only seven had been made, one 
for each of the seven fairies who were 
invited. The old fairy thought she was 
slighted, and kept muttering to herself all 
through the feast. 

One of the young fairies heard her, and 
knew that she was planning some evil, so 
when all rose from the table, she 
hid behind the curtain. She hoped 
thus to be able to speak last and so 
repair any mischief the old fairy might 
attempt. 

And now the fairies began to give the 
child their gifts. The youngest said 
that she should be the most beautiful person 
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the third, riches ; the fourth, a beautiful 
voice; the fifth gave her wisdom; and 
the sixth said she should be gentle 
and good. 

It was now the turn of the aged fairy, 
who trembled with anger as she said : — 

“When the Princess is fifteen years old 
she shall prick her hand with a spindle 
and fall dead.” 

At these terrible words the King turned 
pale, the Queen wept, and all who were’ 
there were struck with horror. 

Then the young fairy stepped from 
behind the curtain and said : — 

“Be comforted, 0 King and Queen. 
Your child shall not die. I can not 

change all that my elder has done ; 

the Princess must prick her hand with the 
spindle, but she shall fall into a deep 

sleep only, and shall so lie a hundred 
years, until a Prince shall come and wake 
her.” 


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The King, wishing to save his beautiful 
child from this fate, made a law which 
forbade all persons to spin or to have 
spindles, upon pain of death. But 
the gifts of the fairies all came true. The 
Princess grew every day more beautiful 
and clever and kind. Every one loved 
her, for she carried sunshine with her 
wherever she went. 

On the day when she was fifteen years 
old, it happened that the King and the Queen 
were absent from the palace. The Princess 
wandered about, looking into this room 
and that room just as she pleased. At 
last she came to an old tower. She went 
up the narrow stair until she came to a 
little door at the very top. She opened 
it and went into a room where sat a little 
old woman busily spinning flax. She 
had never heard of the King’s law against 
spindles and spinning. 

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good woman?” said the Princess, who had 
never before seen a spinning-wheel. 

“I am spinning, young lady,” said the 
old woman, nodding her head. 

“How pretty!” cried the Princess. “Do 
get up and let me see whether I can 
do it.” 

But she had no sooner taken hold of 
the spindle than she pricked her hand with 
it, as the aged fairy had foretold, and as 
soon as she felt the pain she sank down 
in a deep sleep. 

The old woman called for help. The 
servants came running from every 
direction. They tried in every way to 
awaken her, but in vain. Then the King, 
who had just arrived, remembered the 
words of the fairy and knew that they 
were now coming true. He ordered that 
the Princess should be laid in the most 
beautiful room of the palace, upon a bed 
embroidered with gold and silver. 


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The good fairy who had saved her 
life was at that time twelve thousand 
leagues away, but she came at once in 
her chariot of fire drawn by dragons. 
The King met her and led her into the 
palace. 

She approved of all that had been done. 
Then she waved her wand and a deep 
sleep fell upon the whole palace and 
grounds. 

The King and the Queen fell asleep in 
the great hall with all the courtiers. The 
horses slept in the stables ; the dogs, 
in the court-yard ; the pigeons, on the roof ; 
the flies, on the wall; the fire stopped 
blazing and went to sleep ; and the fowl 
on the spit stopped broiling ; yes, even 
the wind slept; not a leaf of the trees 
stirred any more. 

But at once, all round the palace there 
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could get through it. Every year it grew 
higher, and at last it hid the whole palace, 
even the flag upon the roof. 

Yet the Princess was not forgotten. 
Far and wide was told the story of the 
Sleeping Beauty, as she was called. From 
time to time kings’ sons came and tried 
to force a way through the hedge, but 
no one succeeded ; some even died in the 
attempt. 

At last, after many, many years, a brave 
young Prince happened to come to that 
land in search of adventures. Seeing the 
great hedge, he inquired about it, but could 
find no one who knew the story until he 
came to an old, white-haired man who 
said : — 

“Prince, it is now more than fifty years 
since I heard my father say that behind 
the hedge there stands a great palace in 
which sleeps the most beautiful Princess 
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there a hundred years, when she shall be 
waked by a Prince who is to marry her.” 

When the King’s son heard these words 
he was all afire with eagerness. He 
thought at once that he was the Prince 
who was destined to waken the beautiful 
Princess, and he resolved upon the spot 
to see her. 

The hundred years were now past — the 
day had come when the Sleeping Beauty 
should wake, and when the Prince came 
near the hedge of thorns, it was a mass of 
large and beautiful roses, which parted 
of itself and let him pass in unharmed. 

He hurried forward to the palace. In 
the court and in the stables he saw the 
horses and hounds lying asleep. Upon 
the roof sat the doves, with their little 
heads under their wings. When he went 
into the palace, he saw the King and the 
Queen asleep upon their thrones in the hall 
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about the room. All was so still that he 
could hear himself breathe. 

Then he passed on to the hall, where 
the soldiers stood asleep at their post ; 
and up the great stairway, until at last he 
came to the room, shining with gold and 
silver, where the sleeping Princess lay. 

She was so beautiful that he could not 
take his eyes from her. He stood there 
a long time looking at her; then he drew 
near the bed, and bending down, kissed 
her. 

The moment his lips touched hers, the 
Princess opened her eyes, and looked at 
him and smiled. 

“Is it you, my Prince?” she said; “I 
have waited long for you.” 

The Prince was charmed with her 
words, and still more with the manner 
in which they were spoken, and told 
her that he loved her better than the 
whole world. 


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He gave her his hand, and together 
they went down the great marble stairs. 

And now the whole palace was awake. 
The King and the Queen and all the 
courtiers looked at one another in 

wonder. The horses in the court-yard 
and in the stables stood up and shook 
themselves; the dogs sprang to their 

feet and wagged their tails; the pigeons 
on the roof took their little heads from 
under their wings and began to coo and 
fly about ; the flies crept along the 

walls ; the fire began to burn, and 

the fowl on the spit to broil. 

When the Prince and Princess came 
into the great hall, they knelt before the 
King and Queen and received their blessing. 

And not long after that wonderful day 
there was a great wedding and the Prince 
took his beautiful bride to his own far-off 
kingdom, where they ruled in peace and 
happiness all their days. 


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THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL. 

The Mountain and the Squirrel 
Had a quarrel, 

And the former called the latter “Little Prig.” 
Bun replied ; 

“You are doubtless very big; 

But all sorts of things and weather 
Must be taken in together 
To make up a year, 

And a sphere ; 

“And I think it no disgrace 
To occupy my place. 

If I ’m not so large as you. 

You are not so small as I, 

And not half so spry. 

“I’ll not deny you make 
A very pretty squirrel track. 

Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; 

If I cannot carry forests on my back. 

Neither can you crack a nut.” 

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THE ADVENTURES OF JACK THE GIANT-KILLER. 

In the days when King Arthur reigned 
in England, there lived a rich farmer who 
had an only son named Jack. The lad 
was strong for his years, 
and so shrewd that what 
he could not do by his 
strength he rarely failed to 

do by his wits. He was 

a brave little fellow, too, and 
when his father would tell • 
of the deeds of King Arthur 
and his knights, he would grow eager 
to go forth and do some great thing 
himself. 

In those days there were many giants 
in England. They were huge, fierce 
monsters, and kept all the land in alarm. 
One of the worst of them dwelt in a 

cave on an island near Jack’s home in 

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was eighteen feet in height and three 
yards in girth. Whenever he wanted food, 
he would wade over from his island to the 
mainland and steal anything that came in 
his way. He made nothing of going back 
to his cave with an ox upon each 
shoulder and half a dozen sheep hung 
from his belt. He caused so much 
distress that Jack made up his mind to 
kill him. It seemed a deed worthy of 
King Arthur himself, to rid the country 
of such a pest. 

So one night Jack took a horn, a shovel, 
and a pick-ax, and rowed over in a boat 
to the giant’s island. Before morning he 
had dug a pit twenty feet deep in front 
of the giant’s cave. He covered the pit 
with long sticks, and these with a layer 
of straw, over which he strewed earth so 
that it looked like solid ground. Then 
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The giant awoke in a great rage. 
When he saw Jack, he ran toward him, 
crying : — 

“ Ha ! you little rascal ! You shall pay 
for this ! I will broil you for my breakfast ! ” 

As he spoke, he stepped upon the twigs 
and earth that covered the pit, and in he 
fell with a great crash. 

“ 0-ho ! Mr. Cormoran ! ” said Jack, 
“will you broil me for breakfast now!” 

Then Jack gave him a blow on the 
head with his pick-ax and killed him, after 
which he shoveled back the earth into the 
pit and so buried him. 

The people soon heard of what Jack had 
done, and flocked out to meet him with 
flowers and songs. They called him 
“Jack the Giant-Killer,” and gave him a 
beautiful sword and a belt. Upon the 
belt were these words, in letters of gold : — 


“This is the gallant Cornishman 
Who slew the giant Cormoran.” 


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Now Cormoran had a cousin, named 
Blunderbore, who was very angry when he 
heard what Jack had done. 

One day, as he was walking through a 
wood, he came to a sunny spot where he 
found Jack lying sound asleep on the 
grass. Blunderbore knew him at once by 
the golden letters upon his belt. 

“Now I have you. Master Jack,” he said 
to himself, and he put Jack upon his 
shoulder and took him to his castle. 

On the way. Jack woke up, and when 
he found himself in the giant’s clutches he 
was very much frightened ; but when they 
reached the castle and he saw that the 
floor was covered with bones, his plight 
seemed terrible indeed. 

Blunderbore locked him in a large room 
while he went to ask another giant to help 
him make a supper of poor Jack. After 
he had gone. Jack could hear a voice 
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“ Do what you can to get away, 

Or you ’ll become the giant’s prey ; 

He ’s gone to fetch his brother, who 
Will kill, likewise devour you!” 

Soon Jack saw the giants coming back 
together, arm in arm. 

“Now,” thought Jack, “it is do or die!” 
and he looked about him to see what could 
be done. It happened that the window of 
the room was just above the door of the 
castle ; and seeing two long ropes in 

the room. Jack suddenly thought of a plan. 
At the end of each rope he made a 
large noose with a slip-knot, and when the 
giants were standing under his window, and 
opening the door, he dropped the ropes 

over their heads and drew them tight 
about their throats. Throwing the other 
ends of the ropes over a beam, he pulled 

with all his might and choked the giants 

until they grew black in the face. Then 
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and killed both the monsters. This done, 
he took the keys from Blunderbore and 
let out all the poor knights and ladies 
who were shut up in the castle. 

He cut off the heads of the two giants 
and sent them in a large cart to King 
Arthur. Then he went on his way, for he 
was going to Wales. 

That very night he came to the house of 
another giant and knocked at the door. 
What was his surprise to find that this 
giant had two heads ! At first the giant 
seemed to be kind-hearted. He gave Jack 
some supper, and a bed to sleep in. But 
when all was quiet, he began to talk to 
himself with his two heads. One head 
spoke in a deep big voice and said : — 

“Though here you lodge with me this night, 
You shall not see the morning light!” 

Then the other head said, in a high 
little voice : — 

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“0-ho!” said Jack, “we shall see about 
that.” Then he got up and put a log of 
wood to bed in his place. In the middle 
of the night the giant came with his 
club and struck the log of wood three 



times, with all his might. He thought 
he had broken every bone in Jack’s 
body. 

Early the next day Jack went to 
the giant’s room to say good-bye. The 
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fellow still safe and sound, that he could 
only stare at him. 

“Did — did you sleep well?” he said, at 
last. 

“0, yes,” said Jack. “I think I felt a 
rat flap me three or four times with his 
tail, but I soon went to sleep again.” 

The giant said not a word more, but 
brought in two great bowls of pudding for 
breakfast. Jack had put a leather bag 
inside his coat, and while he was eating 
he put most of the pudding in this 
bag. The giant ate very fast with his two 
heads ; but when he had eaten all his 
bowl, he found Jack had finished his also. 
He was a stupid giant, for all his two 
heads; but he began to think his little 
visitor was getting the better of him. 

Then Jack said: “I will show you a 
fine trick. I can cut my head 

and put it on again as if nothing had 
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a knife, cut open the bag, and all the 
pudding fell to the floor. 

“Odds splutter hur nails!” cried the 
giant, losing all his wits. “Hur can do 
that hurself.” So he took the knife and 
stuck it in where his pudding was, and fell 
down dead on the spot. 

Jack cut off the two heads and sent 
them also to King Arthur. 

Soon afterward Jack met King Arthur’s 
son. ^ The Prince had come to Wales 
to set free a beautiful lady who was 
enchanted. He had heard of Jack’s deeds, 
and the two became friends at once. 

When night drew on they had no place 
to sleep, but Jack said : “ I have a cousin 
who lives near here. He is a giant with 
three heads. He says he can fight five 
hundred armed men. I will go and 
prepare the way.” 

Jack rode off and knocked at the giant’s 
gate. 


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“ Who ’s there ? ” roared the giant. 

“None but your poor Cousin Jack,” 
answered he. 

“What news has my poor Cousin Jack?” 

“Dear Cousin, bad news,” said Jack. 

“Bad news,” said the 
giant; “why, I have three 
heads, and I can fight five 
hundred armed men and 
make them fiy like chaff 
before the wind.” 

“Oh,” said Jack, “but 
here is the Prince, with a 
thousand men, coming to 
fight you.” 

“Alas, Cousin Jack,” said the giant, 
“that is truly bad news. I will run and 
hide in my cellar. You shall lock me in 
and keep the keys until the Prince is 
gone.” 

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brought the Prince. The two young men 
feasted and made merry until late that 
night. 

Next day, when the Prince was gone, 
Jack opened the door and let out the 
monster. As a reward for his kindness, 
the giant gave Jack a coat, a cap, a 
sword, and a pair of shoes. 

“While you wear this coat,” he said, 
“no one can see you ; this cap will make 
you wise ; this sword will cut through 
anything; and with these shoes you can 
run like the wind. Take them, for you 
have saved my life from the Prince and 
his men.” 

So it was that Jack got the coat of 
darkness, the cap of knowledge, the shoes 
of swiftness, and the sword of sharpness. 

He put on the shoes of swiftness and 
in a few moments came up with the 
Prince, who had been riding an hour. 
That night the two came to the castle 


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where lived the beautiful lady whom the 
Prince had come to free. 

Jack put on the cap of knowledge and 
found that she was under the spell of a 
wicked tnagician whom she had to meet 
in the wood every night. He 
then put on the coat of 
darkness and went to the 
place of meeting. There sat 
the magician in the midst 
of a host of evil spirits. He 
could not see Jack, and at 
one blow of the sword of 
sharpness the wretch’s head 
rolled on the ground and the lady was 
freed. 

Next day, as Jack was riding through 
the forest, he heard piercing shrieks and 
soon saw a huge giant, thirty-five feet tall, 
dragging by the hair a knight and 
a beautiful lady, one in each hand. 
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his horse to a tree, put on his coat of 
darkness and was ready to fight. 

He took the sword of sharpness in both 
hands, and with one mighty stroke cut 
off the giant’s legs just above the ankles. 
The great body tumbled down, and with a 
single blow Jack cut off the monster’s 
head. That, too, was sent upon a cart to 
King Arthur. 

The noble knight and his lady thanked 
Jack with all their hearts, and persuaded 
him to go home with them and rest after 
his fight. They gave a great feast in 
honor of the young hero, to whom they 
owed their lives, and for several days 
there was nothing but merry-making in 
the castle. 

But one day, as they were sitting at 
table, a man ran in, pale and out of 
breath. He told them that Thundel, a 
giant with a huge head, was coming to 
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house, and all the people were flying 
before him. 

At this news the guests were in great 
afPright, but Jack drew his sword and 
said, “Let him come. You shall see his 
death also.” 

Now the knight’s castle had round it a 
moat, quite wide, very deep, and full of 
water. There was a bridge across it, and 
after Jack had sawed the beams almost 
in two, he put on his coat of darkness and 
went to meet the giant. The monster 
could not see him, but he began to roar : — 

‘ ‘ Fie ! foil ! fiim ! 

I smell the blood of an Englishman ! 

Be he alive, or be he dead, 

I’ll grind his bones to make me bread! ” 

“You are a clever miller, indeed!” 
said Jack, as he pulled off his coat of 
darkness. 

“ I will grind your bones to powder 1 ” 
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“You must catcli me, first,” cried Jack, 
as he put on the shoes of swiftness and 
began to run. The giant went after him, 
shaking the earth at every step. 


Jack led him three times round the 
castle, so that everybody might have a 
look at the huge monster. Then he ran 
across the bridge which was cut almost 
in two. It held him, with his shoes of 
swiftness, well enough ; but when the giant 
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Down went the giant into the water, where 
he splashed about like a great whale. 

“Keep cool, Mr. Miller,” said Jack, 
laughing ; but the monster foamed at the 
mouth with rage. Then the little hero 
threw a noose over the giant’s head, and 
with a team of horses drew him ashore 
where he killed him. His huge head was 
another gift which Jack sent to King 
Arthur. 

After a few days Jack set out again. 
He rode^ over hill and dale, until, at 
last, he came to the foot of a very 

high mountain. There he met an old 

man, who said : — 

“ My son, I know that you are 
the famous Giant-Killer. We have 
been waiting for you. At the top 
of this mountain, in an enchanted 
castle, lives a magician who holds an 
earl’s daughter under his spell. Many 

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the castle door stand two dragons, who 
breathe out fire and kill all that come 
near. If you can pass them, you will 
find on the door a horn. Whoever blows 
that horn breaks the charm.^' 


Jack slept in the old man’s hut that 
night. Next morning he went up the 
mountain. It was a hard climb. When 
at last he came to the castle, there stood 
the two fiery dragons, but Jack put on 
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On the castle door hun^ a golden 
trumpet, under which were these words : — 

‘ ‘ Whoever doth this trumpet blow 
Shall cause the giant’s overthrow 
And break the black enchantment straight, 

So all shall be in happy state.” 

When Jack had read this he took the 
trumpet in both hands, put it to his 
mouth, and blew a blast which shook the 
castle to its very foundations. 

The doors flew open with a crash and 
the giant knew that his wicked course 
was at an end. Indeed, before he could 
even reach for his magic wand, Jack ran 
in and at one blow cut off his head. 

Thus was the enchantment broken ; and 
all the captives, who had so long been 
changed to beasts, at once resumed their 
proper shapes. They crowded round Jack 
to thank him. First among them was the 
lovely daughter of the earl. She was so 
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his heart to her. He went home with her 
to her father, and the earl was proud to 
give his daughter to the famous young 
man. 

So they married, and lived happily ever 
after. Moreover, King Arthur made Jack 
a baron and granted him a princely castle 
and wide and fertile estates. 

THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON. 

Hearken, child, unto a story ! 

For the moon is in the sky. 

And across her shield of silver 
See two tiny cloudlets fly. 

Watch them closely, mark them sharply. 

As across the light they pass ; 

Seem they not to have the figures 
Of a little lad and lass? 

See, my child, across their shoulders 
Lies a little pole ! and lo ! 

Yonder speck is just the bucket 
Swinging softly to and fro. 


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It is said these little children, 

Many and many a summer night, 

To a little well far northward 
Wandered in the still moonlight. 

To the wayside-well they trotted. 

Filled their little buckets there ; 

And the moon-man, looking downward. 

Saw how beautiful they were. 

Quoth the man, “How vexed and sulky 
Looks the little rosy boy ! 

But the little handsome maiden 
Trips behind him full of joy. 

“To the well behind the hedgerow 
Trot the little lad and maiden ; 

From the well behind the hedgerow 
Now the little pail is laden. 

“How they please me! how they tempt me I 
Shall I snatch them up to-night? — 

Siiatch them, set them here forever 
In the middle of my light? 

“Children, ay, and children’s children. 
Should behold my babes on high ; 

And my babes should smile forever. 

Calling others to the sky.” 


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Thus the philosophic moon-man 
Muttered many years ago ; 

Set the babes with pole and bucket, 

To delight the folks below. 

Never is the bucket empty, 

Never are the children old ; 

Ever when the moon is shining 
We the children may behold. 

Ever young and ever little, 

Ever sweet and ever fair ! 

When thou art a man, my darling. 

Still the children will be there. 

Ever young and ever little. 

They will smile when thou art old ; 

When thy locks are thin and silver, 

Their’s will still be shining gold. 

They will haunt thee from their heaven, 
Softly beckoning down the gloom ; 

Smiling in eternal sweetness 
On thy cradle, on thy tomb ! 

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THE ADVENTURES OF TOM THUMB. 

In the days of King Arthur there lived 
in England a great and good magician 
named Merlin. One day as he journeyed 
he stopped to rest at a farmer’s house by 
the roadside. 

The farmer and his wife brought forth 
bread and milk and cheese, and laid them 
before him to eat, but although the house 
was neat and clean, and the man and 
his wife did not appear to be in want. 
Merlin could not but see that they 
were sad. 

He asked the cause of their trouble, 
and found that they were unhappy 
because they had no children. 

“Ah, me!” said the wife, “if I 
had but a son, even though he were 
no bigger than my husband’s thumb, I' 
should be the happiest woman in the 
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Merlin smiled to think of a boy so 
small as that ; but when he went home 
he called the queen of the fairies and 

told her of the poor woman’s wish. 

The fairy queen smiled too, when she 
heard the wish, but she said at once: 

“It is granted.” And 
thus it happened that 
not long after, the 
farmer’s wife had a 
son who was no big- 
ger than her husband’s 
thumb. 

One morning while 
the happy mother sat feeding her baby 
out of the cup of an acorn, the queen 
of the fairies came flying into the room, 
and as she kissed the child, she said : — 
“Good morning, Tom Thumb!” 

And so it was that Tom got his name. 
Then the other fairies brought him 
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An oak-leaf he had for his crown, 

His shirt, it was by spiders spun ; 

With doublet woven of thistle down. 

His trousers up with points were done. 

His stockings of apple-rind, they tie 
With an eyelash plucked from his 
mother’s eye ; 

His shoes were made of a mouse’s skin. 
Nicely tanned with the hair within. 

Tom never grew any bigger, but as he 
grew older he became very clever. 

One day his mother took him with her 
when she went to milk the cow. A strong 
wind was blowing, so she tied him with a 
thread to a thistle, that he might not be 
carried away. The cow, liking his oak- 
leaf hat, took him and the thistle at one 
mouthful. When Tom found himself in her 
mouth, and saw her great teeth chewing 
the thistle, he was at his wits’ end to 
keep from being bitten. He sprang now 
to one side, now to the other, and all the 
time kept crying out, “Mother! Mother!” 


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“Where are you, Tommy?” cried the 
mother, in great alarm. 

“Here, mother, in the red cow’s mouth!” 

The cow did not know what to make of 
all the noise and motion 
in her throat, so she 
opened her mouth and 
let the little fellow drop 
out. His mother caught 
him in her apron and 
ran home with him. 

Tom used to drive his father’s horse. 
He would sit in the horse’s ear and call 
out which way to go. The country folk 
thought that the horse was bewitched. 
They could see no one, yet there was a 
voice that kept calling “Haw!” and “Gee!” 
and “ Whoa ! ” and if they ran away they 
could hear the voice laughing. So it was 
that Tom was useful and had a good time. 

One day as he was driving home the 
cow, he fell into a deep furrow. Just then 


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a raven came and picked up Tom’s whip, 
which was only a long straw, and carried 
it ofP. The little fellow clung fast and 
went with it high up into the air, but at 
last the raven set him safely down upon 
a giant’s castle by the shore of the sea. 
Soon after, the giant came out to walk on 
the terrace. He took Tom up between his 
finger and thumb and looked at him in 
wonder. Then he opened his great mouth and 
tried to swallow him like a pill. But Tom 
danced about in his throat until the giant 
gave a tremendous cough, which threw Tom 
far out into the sea. As soon as he touched 
the water a large fish swallowed him. 

“Well, this is the worst of all,” thought 
Tom, but as it happened it was the best of 
all, for the fish was caught and sent as a 
present to King Arthur. When it was cut 
open, and Tom was found inside, everybody 
was astonished, but the little fellow was so 
clever that he at once became a great favorite 


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and was made court-dwarf. After a time 
the King dubbed him a knight and upon 
this occasion gave him a complete new outfit. 

His shirt was made of butter- 
flies’ wings, 

His boots were made of 
chickens’ skins, 

A tailor’s needle hung by his 
side, 

A mouse for a horse he used 
to ride. 

Thus dressed and mounted he used to 
go hunting with the King. Everybody 
laughed at the sight of such a huntsman. 

Hut one day a large black cat jumped 
uj)on Tom and his steed and began to eat 
the poor mouse. Tom drew his sword and 
fought bravely. The King and his noblemen 
ran to his aid, but though Tom escaped 
with his life, he was badly scratched and 
his clothes were torn to tatters. 

Then the queen of the fairies came and 
took him away to fairy-land to care for his 
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years, but at last she sent him back to the 
earth, ordering a breeze to carry him gently 
and set him down in the King’s palace. 

King Arthur was now dead. The new 
King asked Tom who he was, whence he 
came, and where he lived. Tom answered : — 

“ My name is Tom Thumb, 

From the fairies I ’ve come. 

When King Arthur shone, 

This court was my home ; 

In me he delighted. 

By him I was knighted. 

Did you never once hear of Sir Thomas Thumb?” 

The King was charmed with this speech. 
He had the jewelers make a little golden 
chair, so that Tom might sit on his table, 
and a palace of gold nine inches high, 
with a door an inch wide, for him to 
live in. He gave him also a coach to ride 
in, drawn by six small mice. 

The Queen was not pleased to see Tom 
thus honored, and in order to work his ruin 
she told the King that Tom had been 


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rude to her. The King was very angry, 
and Tom ran away in fear of his life. 
He hid in a snail shell for a long time. 
Then he got upon a butterfly and was 
carried off ; but the butterfly flew into the 
palace, and poor Tom fell from his seat 



into a dish of soup. He was nearly 
drowned, but the courtiers saved him. 

The Queen was still angry, and Tom was 
ordered to go to prison. The jailer put him 
in a mouse trap, and the cat tried to get him, 
thinking he was a mouse. She rolled the 
trap about until she broke it, and he escaped. 


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But soon afterwards a large spider took 
him for a big fly, and made a spring at him. 
Tom drew his sword and fought well, but 
the poison of the spider’s breath overcame 
him at last, and thus it 
was that the brave little 
fellow met his end. 

The King and all his 
court wept their loss 
and wore black for him 
for three years. Tom 
was buried under a rosebush, and a marble 
headstone was raised over his grave. 

These words were carved upon it: — 
Here lies Tom Thumb, King Arthur’s Knight, 
Who died by spider’s cruel bite. 

He was well known in Arthur’s court, 

Where he afforded gallant sport. 

He rode at tilt and tournament 
And on a mouse a-huntiug went. 

Alive, he filled the court with mirth ; 

His death to sorrow soon gave birth. 

Wipe, wipe your eyes and shake your head, 
And cry, “Alas! Tom Thumb is dead!” 



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THE CHILD’S WORLD. 

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world. 

With the wonderful water round you curled. 
And the wonderful grass upon your breast, — 
World, you are beautifully dressed. 

The wonderful air is over me. 

And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree. 

It walks on the water, and whirls the mills. 
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. 

You, friendly Earth ! how far do you go 
With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers 
that flow. 

With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, 
And people upon you for thousands of miles? 

Ah, you are so great and I am so small, 

I tremble to think of you. World, at all ; 

And yet, wlien I said my prayers to-day, 

A whisper inside me seemed to say, 

“You are more than tbe Eartli, though you are 
such a dot ; 

You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!” 

—lAUiput Lectures. 


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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. 

There was once a rich merchant who had 
three daughters. They were all beautiful, 
but the youngest was most admired, and 
indeed was never called by any other 
name than Beauty. And she was not 
only beautiful ; she was gentle and good. 
Her sisters were proud and haughty 
because of their father's wealth and their 
own fair faces. They hoped to marry 
noblemen, and looked with great disdain 
upon their other suitors. But Beauty was 
frank and kind to all alike, and was so 
loved that her sisters became very jealous 
of her. 

Suddenly the merchant lost his wealth. 
Nothing was left him but a small farm 
many miles from town, and the good man 
told his children that they must give 
up balls and parties, and move into the 
country. 


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“We will marry,” said the elder 
daughters, “we were never made for such 
a life.” 

But no one wished to marry them now 
that they were poor. Several asked for 
Beauty’s hand, but she would not leave 
her father in his trouble. So the family 
moved to the country together. 

There the merchant worked all day in 
the fields, while Beauty did the work 
of the house. 

She rose at four in the morning to 
make ready her father’s breakfast, and she 
had to spend most of the day cooking and 
keeping the house clean. It was very 
hard at first, for Beauty had never done 
such work, but she soon became strong and 
the work seemed to make her more beautiful 
than ever. In the evenings she would sing 
and spin, and she was always cheerful. 

But her sisters were idle and unhappy. 
They rose at ten and did nothing but 


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complain because they no longer had fine 
dresses to wear, and because there were 
no balls or parties to attend. 

They despised Beauty, and said that 
she must be a poor, mean-spirited creature 
to be contented with such a wretched 
lot ; but their father knew that Beauty 
was the noblest of them all, for she did 
cheerfully even the things she did not like 
to do. 

One day a letter came telling the merchant 
that one of his ships had come into port, 
laden with rich goods'. At this news 
there was great joy in the merchant’s 
house, for the ship was supposed to have 
been lost. 

As the merchant was leaving for the 
city, he asked his daughters what gifts he 
should bring them. The older ones asked 
for silks and satins and diamonds. 

“But what shall I bring you. Beauty?” 
asked the father. 


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“Bring me a rose, please, father,” said 
Beauty, for she saw that she must ask for 
something and she knew that her father 
would not be rich enough to buy jewels 
and fine dresses for all. 

So the good man left; but when he 
reached the city he had to go to law for 
his ship, and in the end he started home 
as poor as ever. 

Near his house there was a great 
wood, and while the merchant was riding 
through it, night came on and he lost 
his way. Then it began to snow 
and rain. The wind blew a gale, and 
he heard the wolves howl. But at last he 
saw a light far off through the trees, and 
turning his horse towards it, he soon came 
to a great palace. Every window was 
brightly lit, but what was his surprise to 
find the court-yard empty ! He called, but 
nobody came. In the stable, he found 
hay and oats for his horse, but no sign 


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of a servant. Then the merchant went 
into the palace, and there found a bright 
fire, and a table with a supper already 
served — a supper for one — but not a soul 
was to be seen. 

“The master of the house will soon be 
back,” said the merchant to himself, as he 
sat down by the fire to dry his clothes. 

But the master did not come. Nobody 
came. At last the good man grew so 
hungry that he drew his chair to the 
table and ate his fill of the supper which 
was there spread. Then he found a room 
where there was a bed, and locking the 
door, he undressed and was soon sound 
asleep, for he was very tired. 

Next morning he was surprised to find 
a new suit of clothes in place of the one 
he had taken off. 

“ This palace must belong to a good 
fairy,” said the merchant. He looked 
from his window, and could hardly believe 


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his eyes, for instead of snow, he saw a 
garden full of roses. Then he went out 
into the dining-room, and there was his 
breakfast waiting for him. Before he 
began to eat, he said aloud, “ I thank 
you, good Fairy, for your kindness to me.” 

After breakfast he went to see to his 
horse, and as he passed through the 
garden he thought of Beauty. “ I will 
take one of these roses to her,” he said; 
but when he had broken it off, he heard 
a great roar, and saw beside him a Beast 
so awful to look at that the merchant 
could hardly stand up for fear. 

“How dare you steal my roses?” cried 
the Beast in a terrible voice. “You shall 
die for this ! ” 

The merchant threw himself upon his 
knees and said to the Beast; — 

“My Lord, pardon me. I did not think 
to offend you in plucking a rose for one 
of my daughters.” 


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“ I will not be called ‘ My Lord,’ ” said 
the monster, “for I am simply a Beast. 
You say that you have daughters. I will 
pardon you if one of your daughters 
will come and take your place. Only 
swear that if they refuse you will return 
in three months.” 

The merchant had no mind to let 
one of his daughters die for him, but 
he thought that at least he should be 
able to see his children again, so 
he promised to come back. 

“There is a large empty chest standing 
in your room,” said the Beast. “Fill it 
with anything you find in the palace, and 
I will have it taken to your home, for I 
do not wish you to go away poor from 
under my roof.” 

Then the Beast disappeared and the 
merchant went back to his room. There 
stood the empty chest. The room was 
full of gold and jewels, and the merchant 


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put in enough to make a large fortune. 
Then he went out, mounted his horse, 
and in a short time reached home by an 
easy road. 

His daughters ran out to meet him, but 
instead of smiling with them, the merchant 
wept. He gave Beauty her rose, and 
said : — 

“ Take it. Beauty. It cost your poor 
father dearly.” 

Then he told all that had happened, 
and the two elder sisters wept aloud and 
blamed Beauty. 

“ Why did she ask for a rose ? ” they 
said. “ She is the only one to blame, 
yet she does not cry, nor seem to care, 
at all.” 

“Why should I cry?” said Beauty. 
“Father shall not die ! I will take his 
place ! ” 

“No, no, my child,” said the merchant. 
“You shall not go. I am old and you 


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are young. At the end of three months 
I shall return to the Beast.” 

But Beauty said, “I shall die of grief 
if I stay here. I mean to go !” — and she 
would consent to nothing else. 

The merchant was in such grief that he 
had forgotten the chest which he had 
filled with gold and jewels, but when he 
went to his room, there it stood beside 
his bed. 

The . three months soon passed, and 
Beauty and her father made ready to go 
to the palace of the Beast. The merchant 
wept as they were setting out, and the 
elder sisters rubbed their eyes with an 
onion so as to seem to weep, but Beauty 
was very quiet ; and thus she and her 
father rode away. 

It was night when they reached the 
palace, which they found all lighted as 
it had been before. There was no one to 
be seen, but they went in and found 


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supper served in the great dining-room. 
This time it was a supper for two. They 
sat down at the table, but neither had the 
heart to eat much. 

When they had finished, there was a 
great roar and the Beast came in. Beauty 
shuddered at the sight of the horrible 
monster, but she did her best not to seem 
afraid. He asked her whether she had 
come of her own will. 

“ Yes,” said Beauty, in a trembling voice. 

“It was good of you,” said the Beast, 
“and I thank you; but as for you. 
Merchant, leave to-morrow morning, and 
do not dare to come near this place 
again. Good night. Beauty ! ” 

“Good night. Beast,” said Beauty, and 
the Beast left at once. 

Despite their fears. Beauty and her 
father slept well that night, and Beauty 
saw in a dream a beautiful lady who said 
to her, “I am pleased with you. Beauty. 


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You have been brave and good, and all 
shall turn out well for you.” In the 
morning she told this dream to her father. 
It comforted him a little, yet he wept a 
great deal when the time came for him 
to leave her. 

After he was gone. Beauty sat down 
and cried also, but though she expected 
to be devoured at any moment, she at 
last dried her tears and began to look 
about her. The palace was rich and 
grand, and as she wandered from room 
to room she could not but admire the 
beauty of everything she saw ; but what 
was her surprise to * find in the great 
hall a door over which were the words : — 

•; beauty’s room. : 

She opened it eagerly, and found a 
sunny little room that was dazzling with 
splendor and wealth. There was a book- 
case, filled with the books she liked ; there 


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was a harp, and the music that she 
knew ; and when Beauty took one of the 
books from the case, she found upon 
it in golden letters, Ask for what you 
want. .You are mistress here''' 

“ Alas ! ” said Beauty, with a sigh, “ I 
do not want anything, except to see my 
father and to know what he is doing.” 

She said this to herself, but just then 
she glanced at a great mirror upon 
the wall, and lo ! there in the glass 
she saw her home. Her father was 
at the door, getting down from his 
horse and looking very sad indeed. 
In a moment the scene faded, but 
Beauty thought, “ The Beast is kind 
to me, and I ought not to be afraid 
of him.” 

At noon she found the table set; and 
all the while she was eating, music was 
played, though she saw no one. In the 
evening, as she sat at supper, she heard 


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the noise of the Beast’s coming, and 
she shivered. When he came in, he 
said : — 

“Beauty, may I sit here while you eat ?” 

“ You are the master,” Beauty answered, 
trembling. 

“No,” said the Beast, “what you say 
shall be done. If I trouble you, tell me 
to go, and I shall leave at once.” 

Beauty made no reply, and after a little 
he said: — 

“ Am I not very ugly ? ” 

“Yes, you are,” said Beauty, “but I 
think you are very kind and good.” 

“But I am stupid,” said the monster. 
“I am only a Beast.” 

“You are not stupid at all,” said 
Beauty. “ Stupid persons never know they 
are stupid.” 

“I hope you will like your palace,” 
said the Beast. “It would hurt me to 
think you were unhappy here.” 


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“You are very kind,” said Beauty, “and 
as I look at you now, you do not seem 
so ugly as you did at first.” 

“ 0, yes I do,” said the Beast, “ I 
am a monster.” 

“But you have a good heart,” said 
Beauty, “and that is the best thing any 
one can have.” 

So Beauty ate her supper and talked 
with the Beast. She was beginning to 
lose her fear of him, when suddenly he 
said : — 

“Beauty, will you marry me?” 

She was scared almost to death, for 
she thought he would eat her up if she 
refused, but she said, as gently as 
she could : — 

“No, Beast!” 

At this he gave such a sigh that the 
whole palace shook, but he only said, 
“Good night. Beauty!” and went sadly 
out of the room. 


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After he had gone, Beauty felt sorry for 
him, and thought what a pity it was that 
one who was so kind should be so ugly. 

Next evening, at nine o’clock, he came 
again, and they talked together. And 
so it happened every evening for three 
months. 

Her life was quiet, hut happy. She 
spent most of the day with her books and 
her music ; but very soon she thought the 
evening the best part of the day, for she 
liked the Beast better and better. He had 
good sense, and a kind heart, and after 
a week she was used to his ugly body. 
There was only one thing that troubled 
her. Each evening, he asked her to marry 
him, and he always sighed a great sigh 
when she answered no. 

At last she said to him: “It grieves 
me. Beast, to see you so unhappy, but I 
can never marry you! I shall always be 
your friend. Try to be content with that.” 


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“Promise, then, never to leave me,” said 
the Beast, “ and I shall be contented and 
happy.” 

At these words Beauty blushed, for she 
had seen in her mirror that her father 
was ill with grief for her, and she wished 
to go to him. 

“ I promise never to leave you 
altogether,” she said to the Beast, 
“ but I wish so much to go to my 
father that it will break my heart if 
you refuse me.” 

“I would rather die myself,^^ said the 
Beast. “ I will send you home, and 
your Beast will die here ! 

“No, no!” said Beauty, weeping, “you 
shall not die I I will return in a week. 
My sisters are now married, and my father 
is alone and ill with grief. Let me stay 
with him a week.” 

“It shall be as you wish — but do not 
forget your promise,” said the Beast, 


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“You have only to place your ring upon 
your table when you wish to return. Good- 
bye, Beauty.” 

The Beast sighed as usual, in saying 
these words, and Beauty went to her room 
very sad to think that she had hurt his 
feelings. When she awoke next morning 
she was in her little room at home. She 
ran in haste to her father’s bedside and 
the merchant recovered in an instant, at 
sight of her happy face. 

He had mourned her as dead, supposing 
that the monster had devoured her long 
ago, but now his grief gave place to joy. 

The sisters soon heard of her return, 
and came in with their husbands. The 
eldest had married a man who was so 
handsome that he did nothing but look 
at himself in the glass, and would 
hardly look at his wife. The second 
sister had married a man who was 
so clever that he spent his time saying 


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things to hurt everybody’s feelings, and 
his wife’s most of all. Both the sisters 
were very unhappy. 

“The Beast is not handsome, and not 
clever,” said Beauty, to herself, “but he 
is kind.” 

When the week was past, her father was 
so very loath to have her go, and the 
sisters pretended so much sorrow, that 
Beauty promised to stay another week. 
But she was not happy. She was sorry 
for the lonely Beast, and she felt very 
lonely herself because she could not see 
him. 

During the tenth night she spent at 
home, she dreamed that she was in the 
garden of the palace, and that the Beast 
was lying in the grass, dying because she 
did not come back. 

Beauty awoke with a start. “0, am 
T not wicked,” she said, “ to treat so 
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to me? I must go to him at once! 
Poor Beast ! ” 

She rose, put the ring upon the table, 
and went to bed again. In a moment she 
fell asleep, and when she awoke she saw 
with joy that she was once more in the 
palace of the Beast. 

She put on her best dress, to please 
him, and could hardly wait for the night 
to come, but when the clock struck nine 
and no Beast was to be seen, — then 
Beauty thought she had caused his 
death. 

She ran all about the palace, calling for 
him, but there was no reply. Suddenly 
she thought of her dream, and ran into 
the garden. 

There she found him lying in the 
grass. He seemed to be dead. She 
threw herself down beside him, and forgot 
how ugly he was. Ah, but she was glad 
when she found that his heart was still 


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beating ! She ran and brought water, 
and sprinkled it in his face. 

At last the Beast opened his eyes, and 
said : — 

“You forgot your promise. Beauty, and 
I am dying.” 

Then she knew how dear he was to her, 
and she said : — 

“You must not die, dear Beast ; you 
must live and be my husband, for I love 
you ! ” 

She had no sooner spoken these words 
than the palace was all lit up, music was 
heard, fireworks were set off, and lo ! there 
was no Beast, but a handsome young man 
at Beauty’s feet. 

“Where is my Beast?” cried Beauty, 
almost in tears. 

“I was the Beast,” said the young 
man, “ and was under enchantment 
until some good and beautiful girl 
should love me, ugly as I was. I 


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am a King’s son, and you shall be my 
bride.” 

Then Beauty raised him up from where 
he knelt, and they went into the palace 
together. There they found the m.erchant 
and his two daughters, and the fairy whom 
Beauty had seen in her dream. With a 
wave of her wand, the fairy carried the 
palace and all those in it far off into 
the Prince’s own land, and there the 
Prince and Beauty were married, and 
lived happily all their lives. 


ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL. 

All things bright and beautiful, 

All creatures great and small, 

All things wise and wonderful, — 

Tlie Lord God made them all. 

Each little flower that opens. 

Each little bird that sings, — 

He made their glowing colors. 

He made their tiny wings. 


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The iiurple-lieaded mountain, 

Tlie river running by, 

The morning, and the sunset 
Til at lighteth up the sky, 

Tlie tall trees in the greenwood. 

The pleasant summer sun. 

The ripe fruits in the garden, — 

He made therh every one. 

He gave us eyes to see them. 

And lips that we might tell 
How great is God Almighty, 

Who hath made all things well. 

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